Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

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     Here we made a raid on crickets, upturning rail after rail in our search. I had no intentions of fishing this time but I wanted to seem a part of the bunch. When enough were secured, we went on the edge of the hill here, where it drops to the Painter Road is overgrown densely with short stubby sumac, which were in bloom. At least I called it bloom tho it was of a very odd sort. The beautiful red seedheads glistened with a sort of watery excretion which was not sticky as might be supposed. When touched, with the watery stuff came also a milky substance.

Nature is naturally sparing of bright colors especially in flowers. In the spring we must seek the dense woods for any bright colored flowers,and purples usually prevail. In August, however, she grows lax and the colors come forth and spread out over field and along roadsides to delight our eye. Yellow is the predominating one, with its