Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 1, 1914

June!

And I will let that exclamation mark tell it all – for now.

Morning was a surprise to me; yesterday was cool and clear, rain was the last thing I would think of, and yet when I awoke this morning, the pleasant sound of rainfall greeted me. A fine type of weather to usher in June, some might suggest.  But when we consider that June is but a part of a season of new life, what could be more appropriate than a gentle life-giving shower?

Rain ceased early in the day, and morning was one of loose ragged clouds and moist breeze.  Dark clouds amassed frequently against which the white-edged trees stood out in fine contrast.  The rain seemed to have revived the oriole, who sang more frequently and volubly than I have heard them since arriving home.

Afternoon brought a clearing of the sky; the sun came out and shone hotly; the breeze was brisk and cool.  A yellowbird sang; and even a robin was not to be outdone, for he sang loudly and strong.  The wren was not around all day long.

The robins in the spout left today; whither I have no idea.  How quickly they mature! 

A letter came from C – which was the first I had heard for some time from him- I spent the afternoon pleasantly in answering it.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 1, 1914