I heard thunder booming from unknown depths to the South tonight, & going out saw a sudden vision of clouds planted against the lightning lit sky; while on all sides from the black earth arose the incessant cricket chorus—
I remember of seeing the other evening at dusk a honeybee hanging on the end of a grass-seed-frond, which he bent low with his weight.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 25, 1916