Roosters cawing; old tomatoe cans - ; soft vertical rain – trees are bklish, with only roots which seem to crawl – roofs high-light; -
– peepers east of Wiegard Ave going full and strong – the very sound changes the “look” of houses.
The Vernal Equinox — a heavy snow from the southeast last night — the air is warm & quiet this morning. There are rumblings from the earth’s depths.
On Friday & Saturday nights I saw the Russian Ballet — I never was so completely transported, [to] the world of the imagination. Everything seemed newly created in my mind.
It is almost the ultimate in stage art — the union of music, drama, dancing, pantomime, & design.
A dappled sky, silver sun—wind out of SW is it the wind or the Equinox?
A brilliant white sun in a dense pale thick yellow haze – Songsparrows fill the air – A wet glittering noon with spearshaped clouds –
In the afternoon we saw a funny sight. Mother happened to look out of the window, and she told me to look out. There is a little apple tree in our backyard close to the grape-arbor.
A strong S.W. wind blows the sky clear. Almost noon and the snow begins to melt like magic. A riotous vigorous day, true March weather...
While the city of Buffalo was built by the hard work and sweat of blue-collar workers, the city has developed one of the most respected and appreciated arts scenes in the country.
Snow-drops in bloom – (the March wind sweeps thru the cold bare woods, and scatters a few flurries of snow part a black pine-hollow snow drops are in bloom!).
...in the hopes of seeing some Pussy Willows