A rainy day – a light comes down from the grey violet sky lighting up the tops of branches which are fringed with sparkling white raindrops –
P.M. a sketch outdoors to “ready” myself for Sunday’s task.
When we came into the drive this morning and I got out of the car, I was struck with the beauty of the dead leaves by our neighbor’s garage- the sort of beauty that is absolute
In studio, building some shelves along the east wall for “current notes” which are always cluttering the chairs here – The chairs are always supposed to be “temporary” –
Evening Harold R. – called & wanted to bring a Miss Sipprell over tomorrow morning, – she wants to photograph me....
One of the happiest “moments” of my life is when I hear Bertha singing hymns while at work in the kitchen or when getting dressed to go out somewhere.
I like to think of it in connection with the season—of the retreat of life back to the earth; and the approach of winter.
The landscapes is fairly November by now. To day was a still sunshiny day and I imagine the spiderwebs were streaming from country weeds.
Another fine day – The cox – combs are still in all their glory, as are the chrysanthemums.
A heavy blanket of clouds had come up which cast a cold November mood over the day.