There are few sounds, other than the wind in the tree-tops.
In spite of a slight dizziness – I managed to get up in time & we went to the early service – by the time the service was over I was feeling better – Late P.M. – Pastor and Mrs. Neeb in to call – we had tea and a short visit to the studio – they brought the sad news that Andy Boldt is failing fast (inoperable cancer).
Evening calm - stagnant dreamy, clouds seeming unwilling to move along. The air is cool and young.
It is not until now that I really see that misty morning I beheld on the car Sunday. It comes over me with great joy that it is Southeast to me now. Sulphur streams & hills...
"Homeward on dark roads dreaming dreams of the most wonderful poems I should write,with the most wonderful picture-poems to go with them."
The wind no longer rustles the leaves - it rattles them - papery sound.
A miserable night with throat and nose – Did not get to the studio until 11:30–
A hot sultry day.
Hot and humid—all at once. All verdure has the coppery bronze look of August.