Charles E. Burchfield Journals, April 25, 1935

Apr. 25, 1935 –

Working in the yard. A clear sunshiny day, with a cool wind from the north. Transplanting the valerian, ever-blooming bleeding-hearts, daphne, phlox and rose-bushes to the back & side gardens, so as to make a wide lawn back of the garage. Each year the ritual of actually putting my hands in the earth, seems like a newly discovered delight.

The wonderful feel of the soft rich loam – all my petty worries feel away to nothing – I feel like falling prostrate and embracing the Earth –

Evening all of us to see a picture show – it does not set exactly right to me tho; and afterwards as I get in bed, I feel a sense of futility –

Charles E. Burchfield, April 25, 1935