Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 8, 1964

A beautiful sunshiny day — There is a feeling of spring to the look of the sky and sun — The daffodil shoots, in front of the studio, that came up during the unusually warm October season, are unharmed by the winter cold, and look fresh and healthy — and exciting as well.

The carpenters did not come until late in the morning —

Bertha and I to the Lodge for lunch, then food shopping —

We concluded that the suet-seed packages were rancid (since the birds showed little interest in them) so I took down the one by the living room window, and put up instead a little Chinese-like house, with mixed seeds in them — Bertha said I had hardly put it up, before they started coming, and when I came in for tea, they were still fluttering around — mostly chickadees —

George said he wanted to get started the bins at the south end of the studio tomorrow — which meant it all must be cleaned out — I worked until 4:30 on it — and I became appalled anew at the accumulation of miscellaneous things I have allowed to come to pass; and yet I cannot throw them away!

About Nine-thirty Hank called to see if we were O.K. (Mart had tried earlier to get us, but since the bell volume was turned down, we had not heard it)

Evening music — [Cimarosa’s] Concerto for Two Flutes — It seems more beautiful than ever — and not the least of the records charm is the remarkable virtuosity of the playing (Scarlatti Orchestra)

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 8, 1964