On an errand to the shed for wood, I turned and looked out of the back lots to the Southwest – they already have a November look — the skies are leaden; there is an exciting smell of snow in the air. (But only scattered rain here; snow fell in the country south & southerly, but the lake tempered it for us).
Work on shelves.
Evening all of us to Seneca to see “The Hidden Eye” and “Trouble Chasers.”
--Charles E. Burchfield, November 3, 1945