Rainy and cold, strong S.W. winds. While having onions for our dinner today, I suddenly realized that it always brings to mind a certain spot in Farquhar’s woods that I knew as a boy. (when a tree had fallen across the main ravine). And with it came the realization that having potatoes brings to mind the corner of Garfield Ave and Fourth St, and carrots a long field sloping wetland from an unfamiliar country road. For years this has been the case and it never occurred to me before to recognize the fact, or to wonder why it should be so. I can think of no possible explanations.
Charles E. Burchfield, March 7, 1948