Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 13, 1912

This morning was a wonderful morning. How I longed to take a trip to the woods!  When it became light, I looked out I saw that everything, trees, bushes posts and wires were coated white with hoarfrost, that rendered the scene weird and beautiful, with the blue sky overhead yellowing in the east.  As I went out to go to work, I examined more closely the frost on the porch posts.  Little fern like shoots jutted out everywhere with many smaller star-like formations, woven into all sorts of designs. The frost of the tree branches was finer and fuzz like. Trees thus coated were beautiful. The yellow sun – just rising lit up everything. A common place would had been transformed into a fairyland. Down on Depot St I noticed how wonderful, an elm, naturally beautiful looked. Every bending drooping branch was whitened with frost while the larger limbs, and trunk were black. A row of poplars near here two was beautiful.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 13, 1912