Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

70. to be Dutchman’s Breeches. We take a few plants. When we get to the road, it is completely unfamiliar[.] I had planned in circling around to come back to Clinton. We turn right & soon see ahead of in a crossroad, with turns out to be the junction of Clinton & Town-line Rds.-

     We continue east, beyond the Marilla Rd, a short ways when we sight a larger & denser woods. It proved to be a beautiful place. Shortly after entering it, it thinned out, and receded into a low flat, marshy tract, with vivid new green grass, thru which was flowing a shallow crystal clear stream. It had the  feeling of the green pastures of David’s psalm. Beyond here the woods became dense again, with pine growths, and broken swampy patches, filled with countless rotting logs and branches which made it easy for us to walk without sinking in the ooze. As we entered it, a great flock of crows set up a terrific clamour. After scolding a little while, they disappeared. Here we found Dutchman’s breeches, marsh marigold, hepaticas, red trilliums. It was sheer delight wandering thru this woods, tho for a while some tiny flies pestered us. It was late afternoon now, and the cool golden rays of the sun were streaming horizontally thru the woods.