Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 11, 1911

This morning I arose early and snatched a hasty breakfast, in anticipation of our trip to Tom Richard’s, where we were going to visit a sugar-camp.  I had never been to a real live sugar­camp, so I was awaiting this visit with eagerness. We had Set the time at seven, but Bill was late...As we walked along the frozen country road, everything seemed so bright and cheerful; frost covered fields and meadows - broad expanses only broken by fences occasional farm-houses and dark grey woods that loomed on every side - stretched away on both sides of the yellow frozen road. 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. A Peter-bird would call occasionally and song-sparrows kept up an incessant melody, while at times crows would fly overhead, uttering their hoarse cry. Over all the sun sent his warm rays on the melting earth from a blue sky.
Charles Burchfield, March 11, 1911