Heavy rains. Wonderfully mild air—the whole earth opening up—*one flash of lightning—thunder—a fine primeval sound—the creek swollen with swirling ochre water. Robins. The area around the studio flooded. The first real impact of spring. The old agony returns (If it should fail to come I would be dead).
A.M. M.A. & Ellen in studio looking at pictures. Play Vaughn-Williams 5th Symphony—a truly noble creation.
Early P.M. play “Snowy Lair” & “Steal Away” with door open.
Later—B & I to city line shopping—
Sun comes out—warm, the earth reeking with odors, Robins scolding and calling.
Mourning Dove calls from the pines.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 5, 1947