Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

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     These last three days have been wonderful things - days of clear skies, and warm fresh air; robust healthy deep-chested days full of strength and exuberance. Today Nature freshness began to become markedly mellow, which had been gradually becoming so on the other two days. The sun was hot but not oppressive and its light seemed to shed a yellowness, even early in the after­noon. A blue smoke hung in the atmospheres, rendering all distance objects beautiful. At eventide, the mellow golden sun slowly sank into a bed of dense mists,becoming redder as it neared the horizon. The sky became all conceivable tints of rose lavender and pale blue.  An oriole’s song added to its beauty. Darkness steals down these days unnoticed and then the moon, in the full, shines forth from a misty sky. To-night I sat out on the back porch, gazing at