I awoke about 6:00, and began to brood about Betha not being well, and I thought she should be in a warmer climate
P.M. – In studio, made a study for a painting – I am going to attempt to paint the odor of hepaticas and the smell of earth under sun-warmed dead leaves. The idea fills my mind with joyous anticipation.
At afterglow time To Bentley’s – Pipers – woods & frogs in the glassy ponds – In the twilight woods – a leaf whistle - a bird flies up at my foot unseen – a stray wind in the trees...
At late afternoon, the fire has rushed on, leaving burning stumps on the hillside like torches - the rain-gloom has covered the sky with vivid flattened lights – a redbird sings.
Tho it gave me a pang to see my favorite bird lifeless, yet my desire to have a stuffed crow for my studio has been so great that I was overjoyed.
P.M. out Ellsworth Road sketching – terrific high wind looming over clouds – Bluebirds & singing of telegraph wires...
"...After February’s warm days comes this charming March interlude of capricious snowstorms..."
The same gray stagnant weather temp. about 40° - listless rain at times –
A.M. in studio studying various spring folios as well as some pictures (Solitude – Gowanda Canyon in spring)
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.
Ice-storm from the east – Crackle of poplar branches swayed by the wind – the fields of dead grass soon glowing with a soft luminous silver sheen. Working in Studio on the Lehde Nurseries picture...