Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 2, 1947

Dark & raining—but what a glorious thing a spring rain is. It is easy to imagine that the sounds of growing things can be heard—the air full of the songs of birds (Songsparrows, robins, mourning-doves, flickers, and the independent whistling of starlings) meadowlarks from some misty field)—

One feels surrounded by a nimbus of spring. P.M. Sketch of view toward Hess’—the budding wild cherry of Albarella's being the feature, with a song sparrow in its uppermost branch, head to the sky, singing. A glorious afternoon, with pale misty sunlight & grey wisps of cloud and occasional rain. The song sparrow sang almost incessantly. Finish a little after six.

After supper—picking up my paraphernalia, etc—a fine evening—almost too poignant to either endure or write about—my mind on fire, I picked out six or more possible ideas for sketches. A pale misty moon high in the east—Robins. Sally calls up—are excited about our visit.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 2, 1947