Mother’s desire for flowers to decorate the graves for Memorial Day, took me on a ramble to the woods. But it was not alone for flowers I went – at least they were the smallest part of the harvest. . .
No less successful was the excursion from a naturalist’s point of view – my own – for I do not count a trip, no matter how difficult or long, as wasted which reveals only one new discovery to be added to my meagrestore of facts. My natural knowledge comes slow but I would rather have it so for if I were to learn rapidly I would soon have little to discover and while the facts already uncovered have lost none of their charms, still the thought that new things are to be learned every day gives nature study and excitement and uncertainty wherein perhaps lies her greatest charms.
Charles Burchfield's Journals
Friday May 29, 1914