Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

72. Make a few studies then home. In studio, and all at once the tower on the night – hand elevator does not look right.

May 1, 1935. Wednesday-

A brisk, cool sunshining morning. After about a twelve hour sleep I feel better. I plant the wild-flowers we got Sunday, and spread some of the rotten wood around them. This was a fine thing – the feel and the smell of the rotten wood was exhilarating. I thought, in that long ago, coming out of the Ark, and finding in the damp woods, fragile Dutchman’s Breeches, and digging one’s hands into the rich loam again, what a thrill it would be after the long monotonous trip on the boat, with nothing but water around, and you knew there was no shore anywhere in the world.

P.M. To Harbor, taking Arthur along – who makes a fine companion. It is windy & brilliant and the harbor seems full of romance – I am getting deeper & deeper into my harbor picture, and a great contentment and happiness comes.

     On the way home, we stop & get a box of candy for the May basket for Bertha – Sally & Martha, and their school-mate Marie, pick violets