Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

95. bountiful harvest is a gift of God, and glorious sight to behold, one that bears witness to the great richness of the Earth. It should only fill us with happiness.

     July 19- East on Bullis Rd almost to Cowlesville painting wheat-field. About mid-afternoon the great fanshaped cloud-area of a storm to the north covers the sun and I must quit. The rest of the afternoon spent in going from one place to another, watching the various storms brewing. At one time I saw distant sun-lit thunder-heads with a veil of falling rain in front of then, the effect ravishingly beautiful. The little grove at the junction of Jamison & Three-Rod road. I lie here a while under a tree, looking out over the wide flat expanse to the west, where a storm was looming. I suddenly thought of dying and to me then, the worst thing about death seemed to be the fact that I would have to leave the grass; and the shaggy tree trunk behind. Not to be able to reach out and touch them and feel their goodness, seemed an insufferable intolerable hardship.