Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

sell among the business men,  and that’s the only real place to sell.  But some have sold quite a few; Miss Richards herself is selling a lot, Bill has sold twenty, while “Teddy” and Day have sold ten.  Day ought to make up for us “lazy ones” in the business district.

To-day has been a snowy sloppy day. This morning the wind had gone around to the west, and only a few yellow clouds hastened across the blue sky, when the sun came up clear and bright.  I thought that we were going to have some more nice weather, but in two or three hours, grey clouds banked up in the west, and soon the air was full of the big whirling flakes.  So it has been all day, – snow-storm after snow-storm.  At times the sun would venture forth, and when he did, the snow melted at once, and streets became slushy and shiny in the light.  I thought that all the birds had retreated to the wood lands, but this noon I heard a song-sparrow cheerily singing amid the flying snow!

 I’m writing a diary, + at first I thought that only events should be written; then gradually I began to put descriptions in which led me to describe my feelings at seeing different scenes and objects; now I ought to put in my imaginings, for they are apart of a person’s life.