Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 11, 1935

“..... It commenced to rain, and the rain brought down the dusk; in the fading light I wandered along the ‘Dutchman’s Hill’..... hearing bird songs in the rainy dusk… the rain ceased, and the dusk became deeper all at once.... I found my first hepatica and the rain, resuming, pattered on the dead leaves... I almost knelt in worship before the flower - over the dark but strangely luminous field, with the rain full in my face – the moon shone forth but the rain increased – If the moon shining on rain-drops should cause a rain-bow it would be a wreath of hepaticas!” (My diary –April 1, 1917)- Like the writing of another person than myself – and alas, I believe it is.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 11, 1935