Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ever able to record all the events relative to the awakening of spring. A man would have as hard a time almost to record all the things that take place in nature during August. In the Spring things are just beginning, in August they are almost all finished. Nature is ripe. As I sat here I heard and observed many things. Once I caught the complaining note of a catbird; katydids sang constantly; at times a limb cracked under the weight of a grazing cow. The midafternoon sun was very yellow, the stiff wind was a lullaby; across the soft blue sky rolled the rolled swift moving clouds. The leaves of maple trees were noticeably rusted. On the wind-rippled and muddy water floated pieces of dark green moss. Here and there I could see whiteheads of boneset, an occasional everlasting, and in one place was a patch of sow thistle.

Presently Joe came up with four bass on a string and after him came Jim and Fred.