Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 26, 1927

P.M. to Hamburg by trolley & walk over Chestnut Ridge & thence to Orchard Park –

Missing the Hamburg Car at City Line I started walking – a brilliant day after the heavy rainstorms of the day before – great dark gray clouds with blinding white tops. Fields rank with flowers – white daisies, buttercups, Purple-pink clover, deep orange hawkweed; the air was heavy with clover scent— the white daisies gave the fields a chalky look, as if white wash spattered over the green—

The Polish Picnic – musicians playing some old-world dance music on accordions (-?) — I stopped to listen—the people crowded under the low maples talking & laughing made it gay—I had to admit to myself that jazz, in spite of its ingenious novelties & clever impudence, does not fit the outdoor picnic like this music did–

Down the N. Boston road to creek, where I turn off to strike the old railroad bed – along this creek I found wild iris still in bloom which took me back to the first time Bertha & I came thru here, 10 days after we were married – That was May 30, & the iris were in their prime.

I didn’t pick any iris here, thinking I would find more in the swamp further down that flanks the railroad bed on both sides.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 26, 1927