Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 20, 1934

Take all children but Sally for ride south of Hamburg – the colonial meeting house where we get to look over the country. Myrtle in bloom – stop at one woods where we get large mush-room like [sic] lichen off tree. Stop at another woods which had several ravines in it. The delight of the children in this place thrilled me too. It was late; clouds had obscured the sun; a dull twilight hung over the woods, giving it a magical quality which I never remember experiencing before. Arthur especially was bubbling over with laughter, and delighted in tumbling down banks. All of us were in good spirits; several times we amused ourselves by hiding among the leaves in a little depression, and then calling Skippy. When he came, we would yell as loud as we could, a procedure that delighted the dog as much as us. 

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 20, 1934