A hot white day. All the fruit trees are coming out in bloom, and startle the eye with their wonderful silhouettes of pink or white – In the afternoon I paused from my work to look out of the window; the sky was spotted over with pink and white curly clouds such as the Persians loved to use; two girls went up the street on their way from school— Their faces in the sunlight, flushed with the warmth, had a downy look, as they were outlined against the bleached out muddy road. They reminded me of hypaticas, with their pale blue & lavender dresses.
--Charles E. Burchfield, April 7, 1921