Thunder and lightning in the night. The first flash penetrated my closed eyelids as a startling red glow. The thunder very peculiar. More light or series of deep-throated explosions.
A stream in early spring assumes a power and significance it never attains at any other season, (unless perhaps an untimely flood in summer) - Swollen by melting snow and heavy spring rains, it becomes masculine, and headlong, sweeping everything aside with its force, undermining trees that have grown too close to its edge, and eating whole fields away.
It seems that to-day is a day for sounds. A few moments ago I heard someone beating a carpet. Perhaps they are a little premature in their vernal house-cleaning, but that does not rob the sound of its expressiveness.
– at Evans elevators – lucky enough to see a loaded grain barge put into motion by a tug, and the whole operation of the grain being sucked up into an elevator –
First drive M for her check up with Dr. Potter. I shook hands with Potter – When I said “I don’t suppose you remember me” he countered “Yes, I know, I brought you into the world”! A great old fellow
"...In the afternoon, the sunshine occasionally was obscured by black rain clouds from which came dashing showers showing already that colder weather was coming..."
The News said last night that the storm from the south...
I dreamt last night, I was wandering on the top of a strange valley, similar to the Dutchman’s; it was a peculiar season, like Fall, like Spring; a dense blue haze was in the air; the sun was a white blue; directly below it, the opposite bank of the valley was turned to orange and blended on either side to blue haze. All at once a tanager startled the eye by flying in a bush. I held out my hands to him palms up, & to my great joy & surprise, he hopped on them, and when I put him up to my face he rubbed his head against my cheek.
The artist must be lavish in his material; like nature is a profligate spender, yet with continent results.
A.M. raining – but by mid-afternoon it cleared off – the ground is still hard immediately under the grass. One felt a robin should call.
All at once cardinals and peter-birds seemed to go mad for they began to call and sing on every hand. I simply stood still listening. And then, - more wonderful still – I heard the song of a songsparrow. I then, was not the only one who believed spring was coming.