In [a] blizzard other day the winter and spring meet to battle - spring with the thunderstorm + rain, which winter turns to a blizzard; a day or so later the sun in a brassy sky, melts Ice + snow, rivers are choked, ice crashes down cool valleys - robins, song sparrows and kill deer + bluebirds send calls thru the hazy air -
So much is an artist’s mentality wrapped up in his work that the least perversion in his makeup will be expressed in his art.
Make tentative sketches of additions to 1917 pictures when [Martha] & Peggy come home. Peggy beaming all over from her experience.
A wonderful spring day. The sun springs up in the morning with a blinding glare –
I went to sleep again but a little later I was awakened by the songs of early robins...higher and brighter and the robins could not sing enough... the robins seemed to have come in flocks...
In studio writing in the journal & studying pictures. In the mail at long last the Dvorak Fifth – with my “November Evening” on the cover.
Saturday A.M. By “Panhandle” to Steubenville” — I arrived there sometime after 10. It was warm, a dense haze in the air, the sun shining mistily. I walked up the hill of my Steubenville Picture;
We all assembled at the piano and sang - new songs, old songs, 'old gems,' love songs, mushy songs, soft songs, silly songs and grand opera until very late.
Erin go Bragh! Hurrah for Ireland! Everyone had green or orange on to-day. Spring is coming back. It has been cloudy all day but it has been growing steadily warmer and the snow is melting fast.
A silvery morning – wierd streaky sky