Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 17, 1965

Yesterday I finished the first draft of my article for the Univ. of Ariz. Catalogue; so for a change and relaxation we went down to the North Otto meeting-house, taking a picnic lunch. A beautiful interesting day; altho it was hot and humid, we enjoyed the drive down –  
The tall locusts here seem to attract a breeze no matter how calm it might be elsewhere, so we enjoyed our lunch to the full. To the south of us a farm tractor was weaving back and forth over a plowed field, pursued by plumes of ochre – white dust Country-trucks kept going back and forth, evidently working on a new road to the N.E. – The workmen always waved to us.

After lunch, we lay on blankets, and gazed straight up into the sky – the soft flakey clouds on a pale azure sky – Tiring of this we sat on the front stoop of the meeting-house awhile revelling in our surroundings – I dreamed aloud of buying the place adding to the buildings, and spending our declining days here – Bertha went along with me in my impractical fantasies. We could of course reach it by helicopter, a very few lessons would be all I would need.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 17, 1965