Charles Burchfield, Journals, May 11, 1922

At evening to my new quarters—to the place where Bertha &I will start life together—Mariner street is lined with buckeyes & elms, and I felt a wave of joyousness come over me as I walked up under those  brilliant green leaves, splotched with yellow in late afternoon sunlight—

Those two small rooms are my first home—their humble character seems fitting to me, as we should start life humbly, and not like a circus parade—they are glorified to me, and already I feel the presence of “her,” who is to come live with me. So much so that I feel as if I even now before her arrival, there must be no evil thoughts to destroy the sacredness of the place.

There are windows that face in all directions—East, South, West, Northwest, North & Northeast. Each window has a different story to tell I the way of its groups of trees & houses, & outlooks to the sky. Out of the west window tonight I saw a peculiar Maple tree full of brilliant yellow green bloom, lit up by the sunlight.

Charles Burchfield, May 11, 1922