A warm day in May – Memories: a little hill rank with new long grass, and dandelion seed-heads all steaming in the boiling sunlight. The smell of “cooking” plants is mingled with the rich odor of manure from some barnyard. The heavy intoxicating scent of hawthorne deadens the senses – the drowsy hum of bees – all the power of Eternity pours down out of the Zenith.
Charles E. Burchfield, May 13, 1921