Surely no other plant is so full of the Glory of God, and His creation. Seen singly, or in myriad numbers, it is beyond all comprehension. It is as difficult to take in all the glory of the dandelion, as if it is to take in a mountain or a thunderstorm.
Complete Subjugation to Nature—If you would be a poet, express the poetry of nature. Do not invent a quasi-poetry & try to twist the facts of nature around to it. The Artist does not define Art.
I suddenly realize that I am done with the shed in swamp and hollows pictures and must put them away –
Last night to lecture on Theatre and “New Movement” in scenery...
Art accepted for radio school in Air Force. Must enlist May 22 to 29. We hate to think of it.
The same yellow noon – an apple tree choked with bloom like a flood of white light from above –
In the evening I take Mary Alice & Martha in the buggy over on the Seneca Creek Road to get some onion shoots. A delicately beautiful May evening.
I thought I was all set to work Friday on my picture – but in the morning an attack of lumbago “laid me low” and I am only now able to come around – I feel very discouraged about it.
The heavy intoxicating scent of hawthorne deadens the senses – the drowsy hum of bees – all the power of Eternity pours down out of the Zenith.