Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 17, 1915

Evening with H – we disport ourselves like children with a toy balloon until tired out. I am more than glad I can be so foolish without apologizing to myself.  Every once in a while H – surprises me by expressing, seemingly unconsciously, a fine poetic thought; as the other day he told me he detected a green haze in the  trees; or again how he hates to just throw a flower anywhere, but thinks it most fitting to be laid in the grass.  Tonight he thought it wasn’t right to color carnations green, an insult to the flowers!

Charles E. Burchfield, March 17, 1915