Today was a wonderful morning! The blue sky was so clear and fresh that it seemed to resound! and the hot bright sunshine dazzled the eye as it fell on the fresh green trees and bushes and grass. The breeze was brisk and cold – I was about to say it was a fine June Day but such days are peculiar to no solitary month of the year.
They come at any time and always unexpectedly. About mid-morning we all, except Jim, who was working in his garden, went into Hope Cemetery to put flowers on our grandparents’ graves.
Snowballs and lilacs had been added to my wildflowers.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 30, 1914