Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

fact that he had to be back by ten o’clock. Saying that if this was the case, he had better not go. I left, just a little bit disgusted.

Home again I procured a big half bushel basket and started out hopefully.  Once I heard the call of a nuthatch and again at Eighth St.  Cut, I heard the complaint of a catbird. In Water­worths pasture-field, seedheads of grass were bent over, weighed down by dew-laden cobwebs.

     In a short time I was going out the Ellsworth Road, which has been paved recently for a distance of two lanes, changing it’s  appearance greatly.  Along here I found rare beauty in a broad field of clover, whose rose pink blossoms sparkled prettily; and beyond which was a picturesque orchard, filmy with obscuring mists. Further on was another orchard which was speckled white with Queen Anne’s Lace.