Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 6, 1966

A brisk, cold day—the air full of a fine snow, such small flakes that were barely visible at hand, distance made it look like fog’ but more transparent than fog.  New-fallen snow had covered the old snow, so that the country landscape seemed pure, like a mid-February winter.

After church to West Valley Tea Room.  We were nearly finished when Elizabeth and Pitt Petri came in with a friend from East Otto (name —?)  They literally hugged us, and it was good to see them.  After we finished we pulled our chairs over to their table and we talked until they were finished.

For the ride home we were tired, but still enjoyed the gentle wintry landscape.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 6, 1966