Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

have said, we got two fish and a supper.

I am setting out in -

I was about to write I am setting out in the grape-arbor listening to the thunder - when - roar swish and the rain was upon us. This morning when I first went out in the arbor I glanced at the sky and said to myself that somewhere there would be a thundershower. That clinging filminess was gone from the sky. Clouds had the appearance of thunderheads now. The sun was mer­ciless.

Late in the morning we first heard distant thunder-rumbles. But tho we fairly prayed for rain, none came here. Most of the storms went south. I love to hear the thunder and watch the play of lightning.

After dinner I was sitting writing paying scant attention to the weather. Once I heard an oriole’s song, and again a humming bird, a dainty mite of a