About midafternoon light rain commences to fall.
I drove to the Jamison Road Swamp, and made an excursion to the woods to the north. But my mind was dulled, and I saw little. A bouquet of cottonwood buds, from a wind-fallen tree.
Nevertheless I came home full of the memory of a day spent with mild primitive nature, and my mind on fire with projected pictures. I wished I were not going to N.Y. tomorrow.
Charles E. Burchfield, March 4, 1946