...I was made a sergeant and I had a half a dozen men under me, and we were doing camouflage. And I was happy making the designs for camouflage before I was made a sergeant...
When they left, instead of going straight out to Schurrenberger’s we went out Lincoln to Euclid down which we went to the railroad. The full moon shone cold in the dark sky.
cicadas singing – the sunlight pouring down out of the vast hazy southeast, over a cobwebby wooded hillside
Bluebirds, the gay songsters of early March, fluttered here from fences and bushes, beautiful bits of bright blue singing their delightful “Chor-chor-chory! Chor-chor-chory!” with full throats.
...I imagine all kinds of things. So far these pastimes have taken me everywhere, all over the world...My imagination has carried me to the moon, where I saw strange people...
I was in our backyard at home — it had just been raining and the windy clouds were scattered over the sky?
I would like to be the embodiment of March — both in life & art—
After supper I started on the two other posters but Louise and Edith persuaded me to play “500.” Fred had been playing but had gone upstairs mad, when Louise teased him about his freckles.
Evening to Party at School. Such events are as much a part of me no doubt as the poetry of nature yet belongs more to the physical world -
…A stream in early spring assumes a power and significance it never attains at any other season,