Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 21, 1962

The first day of summer – and a perfect day for it – warm, but with cool shade; a northerly breeze. Clear skies, except for pale phantom-like thunderheads seemingly hundreds of miles to the south and southeast –

The young wrens out for the first time today – and the parents making a tremendous racket about it.

Later in the day blue-jays in the Willow-tree were likewise fussing over their young – Everything seems at full tide – field flowers seem to be bursting with bloom, an overflowing life.
Noticed chicory in bloom in the field to the west for the first time.
The cat-bird singing his mocking-bird song over the wild-grape tangle opposite the studio –

Linoleum laid today; and the sink installed.
Bertha, Martha & I to Chestnut Lodge for lunch – a delightful meal – we started with shrimp cocktails, then had “oven-baked” chicken with rice and green peppers.

As we drove into R’s drive – Peggy & Maia and Peggy’s boy-friend Gary? – then Tom –

Bill came as we were coming home. He said first his sister had had measles and then his mother had hives so bad she “could not walk,” for several days – hence he could not come to work in the yard –
In studio studying the 1961 flower-garden picture – Made some drawings of the scene westward for it – and made a tentative outline on the picture itself –

Started a letter to Evie & Bob.

Evening – Mart & Hank in to see the new kitchen.
Bedtime music – Gluck’s Ballet Suite – and Cimarosa’s Concerts for Two Flutes.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 21, 1962