"...Sky deep blue but the air was hotly humid. Evening calm - stagnant dreamy, clouds seeming unwilling to move along..."
A muggy cloudy day with sunlight rare – a shower in the late afternoon –
A path grows more interesting in August; more worn and used-looking...
(Russia launched Sputnik 1 on October 4, 1957) …B & I to Creans for a snack – then watched TV until 11:00 – Then out to backyard to listen to listen to the tree-cricket chorus.
At the end of the day’s work, it was a pleasure to get in the car and drive over the roads –
After a good dinner at Enus Moon’s I got my wheel and started out for Irondale...
The rain came down in torrents for an hour or so, and then settled down into a steady gentle fall. I packed my things, and droved (sic) down, thru a long maze of woods until I struck the main road.
Warm and muggy again – a uniformly overcast day – (but no rain).
Supper composed of westerners, which over, we set about preparing to return. Before starting to lift turtle lines, we throw two logs on fire. One is a huge hollow one and creates a draft in its heart, which finds an outlet in a hole where was a limb, and the flames shoot forth, bringing a mass of sparks from the fluffy lignin.
What a cheerful thing is a fire in the woods: Even on a warm night its heat is a pleasure; the flames take on all shapes. The weeds around camp are no longer weeds but some beings advancing on us. Away from camp we still look back at fire & feel cozy.