The morning sun up full and strong – a robin in the poplar tree just outside the window.
…Late P.M. Edna called, leaving word for me to call her after 8:00. She said G.S. was unable to come out to look at drawings before March 11 or 12 – In the meantime, she will see to getting glass and mats etc. I am just as well satisfied with the delay for it will give me more time to prepare a few more drawings, which is the sort of thing that seems to go best now….
Bluebirds along the muddy road—singing of a telegraph—a feeling that spring may come but it is not time & nature grows more & more evil & hideous—
A morning with the peculiar black haze coming down from the Zenith—Horizon strangely white—sky & roofs same tone, leaving houses in fragments—anything with a tower is huge overpowering black thing with a livid white edge—& buildings in front of it are in fear.
I don’t believe I ever laughed so much in my life
Rainy and cold, strong S.W. winds. While having onions for our dinner today, I suddenly realized that it always brings to mind a certain spot in Farquhar’s woods that I knew as a boy...
“It seems so like spring to-day” remarked Mother. And so it did; each day, despite occasional frosts and storms, it gets to feel more like spring.
Evening to station at 10:30 to take train to N.Y.
A brisk cool vigorous day—A day when the first March fire sweeps over the land—
Crossing the frozen pasture, and climbing over several fences, I entered Bentely’s woods; no sound could be heard but the March wind rustling the dead leaves on tree and ground; the breeze was scattering the clouds too, and with the increasing light, the deep blue became visible.