P.M. Bertha & I to Gowanda for [poke] greens. Arthur who had fallen and skinned his knee on the way home from school was permitted to go along, much to his delight. The air was cold, the only sky a deep blue, with great ragged clouds scattered over it; it was a delight to us, to stroll up and down the grassy hills. We picked poke, while Arthur gathered all kinds of flowers. He seems to have a true naturalist’s instinct which pleases us.
Charles E. Burchfield, May 22, 1936