Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 20, September 7, 1914

In early morning, I can detect no sense of Autumn. The heavy rains have rejuvenated everything. This may have been an early summer’s morning. It is not until later + the sun is higher + wind commences to blow that it seems like September.
Dew-bristled orchard.
Jewell-weed choked hollow.
Mushrooms + lichens are the spring flowers of this second spring.
Peterbird.
The spontaneity of mushrooms is one of their greatestcharms.
Close cropped pastures are great lichens of the earth.
Amer[ican] mocking bird sends hollow-rapping call thru the sun-whacked trees.
This dew-drenched spurry valley in a wonderful thing on misty mornings. Shrub-willows star-studded which snapped by the new born breeze fleeing upward pieces of silver that struck by the sun were given voice + dissolved into killdeers.
See pair of hawks sailing near Reeses mine.
Dewy yellow butterfly.
Blue sailors.

Charles E. Burchfield, September 7, 1914