Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 29, 1913

And today was a day of winds!

In the night I was awakened by the splintering roaring of thunder and for some time I lay, wide awake listening to it and the dashing rain.

The dawn of morning revealed the storm's aftermath - cool air, clear sky with a few hurrying clouds, and bright sunshine.

My morning bath was supplemented with the sight of a dainty little bird that darted here, and there among Lodge's fruit - burdened appletree. He was about the size of a wren and built much the same.  His olive back head and wings contrasted finely with his bright lemon yellow breast. His eyes, which were black sparkles, were, rimmed with a tiny band of yellow.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 29, 1913