Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 20, 1914

Day spent and ferry of mild tramp Northwestwards one read. To Benton to Deerfield to Berlin Center and home by Goshen road.

Time spent in whistling and talking and so I bring home few specific observations.

June is perfection-the pulse of nature is throbbing full and fast. Senility is far away and is not thought out.
Road in many places along the ditches are made yellow with money wart. Less plentiful but more conspicuous are various species of St. John's wort. Yarrow is whitening.

An expression of June are the common white daisies, which spots the road here and there all along but in one place, and old deserted orchard we found a colony of them. They made us pause and exclaim. The white clouds in the sky but their dim reflection. I wonder why a bobolink did not come off the from their midst and saying.

Light is ripening in the wind rattles finely through their drying seed heads sounding like a shower of fine sleet in winter

the clouds of June are one of its characteristics. Today’s were typical. Pure white and spun by the win into long streamers. In a scene for a picture-the clouds in fine lines sweeping up words diagonally in front of sun, which sparkled white through the leaves of an elm. A large ring around the sun lending weird beauty to it. The rain pale yellow on inside and white outside. The sky on inside just next to the circle seemed darker.
Birds songs predominate - bobolink, song- 42a. sparrow, Meadowlark + Bob-white.

Occasional-Thrasher, yellow bird.

This sight of cherry laden trees against blue sky.

Wild strawberries along the way. Elms fields off buttercups. Ajax Swallowtail.

Charles Burchfield, June 20, 1914