In rather a daze – but how good it is to be home, and how warm and friendly our little yard. My major occupation today writing a letter to Art, as neither of us had written to him yet – (His letters are enthusiastic.)
A fine June day – the smell of the clover from off the warm fields; elder blossoms ready to bloom; new apples already formed presenting warm sunburned cheeks on their upper sides.
The hot hazy June noon – circular shade under trees, looming majestic thunderclouds, the trees lower dignity – storm to north rumbling darkly
Unusually hot sultry June days of clear blue skies.
In Springfield we had a slight accident – coming up to a boulevard stop, our attention was divided by looking for our route which we had lost, and I did not stop quick enough, & crashed into the car ahead, locking on bumpers, and as it seemed, breaking part of the other car’s bumper. The driver of the other car was the belligerent type who believes the thing to do is to start shouting at the other driver putting all of the blame on him. “What do you guys from New York think – do you own the whole road.”
a dazzlingly brilliant sun high in the hot blue western sky bringing out with painful intensity the harsh acrid yellow greens of the new verdur
As I sit here I dream – My impressions are constantly growing more & more up to my ideals –
To be alive – to be a member of the human race – to belong to a people that has passion – joys & sorrows and aspirations – What a privilege!
All day on the Night Hawks (Glowering Woods) picture. Late P.M. to D.L&W Station to meet Evie and Mart. A happy reunion, as Sally & Red came too.
Morning wonderfully clear and fresh. Cold wind. Beauty of windblown trees—white undersides. The blue in the air. A pair of blue birds.