Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

11. The mysterious call of a distant blue - bird -

The beauty of hepaticas is almost agony – The exquisite shades of soft pink, lavender, and richer red-purple and blue violet, surrounded by the soft downy sepals & stems, have a fragile loveliness, among the harsh dry leaves of winter that evoke wistfully sad reveries

Before supper to Marcha’s to ask Edna to help with housecleaning next week – home across lots, a pleasant walk, the turf wet and cushion-like. In small grove of elms, a clump of pussywillows half out, a beautiful sight – a meadowlark song, and a few drops of rain fell slantingly in my face –

All day at work on the Hollow picture –

                   April 21, 1934 –

Enough snow fell this morning to whiten the ground and roofs – midmorning to Marcha’s across lots – the skies had cleared, and a warm sun had melted the snow as if by magic, except in the strongest shadows – the earth soggy with the melted snow reeked with a thousand intoxicating odors.