Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

sweet-peas, sweet alyssium, poppies, dahlias, and many others - many of what are all mingled together in pleasing confusion. Going down around the end of the arbor we come upon the vegetable por­tion. A row of sunflowers guard the garden from the alley. Here are beets, carrots, parsnips, beans, parsley, cabbages, tomatoes and corn, the last of which bring us to the upper end. Here the ways is barred by another row of sunflowers, at whose feet loll nasturtiums, in gay disorder.

     A cabbage butterfly was zigzaging aimlessly thru the air, undecided as to a place of stay overnight. Homely creatures - cabbage butterflies but charming. The crickets had not yet commenced to sing.­

     After supper I started out for a walk. There was yet in the west a faint pink gloving remnants of the sunset. The bright moon-sliver hanging in the southwest among the whispy clouds. The crickets pulsing chorus had commenced. As I