In my thoughts today I am reaping the harvest of last night’s ramble –
Nature herself will not admit of a partial love—you must give yourself to her entirely and when you do so, you will find that Nature will more than meet you halfway.
My mind leaps ahead to mid-summer ideas.
Drive to Byrnedale (which I would prefer to call Burntdale, as it is literally and figuratively a burnt out town).
"..Looking out of a window I saw the sky was covered with a strange cloud formation, such as I had never seen before – I cannot now describe it, in a way to show why it seemed so wonderful to me..."
Finish work on studio wood – a good feeling it is done.
Putting away the 1917 sketches—Turning to Ideas of the present—trying to get into a mood to work outdoors on new things. Studying the work of 1952—one of my better summers, as it appears now.
July 14—A dream—Back in Salem, Art & I—at the old home—Here everything was topsy-turvy—the present owners were enlarging and altering the house.
Sally & Red & children drove in about five o’clock for a visit- It was nice seeing them again