Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Friday Aug. 29, 1913

And today was a day of winds!

In the night I was awakened by the splintering roaring of thunder and for some time I lay, wide awake listening to it and the dashing rain.

The dawn of morning revealed the storms after-math - cool air, clear sky with a few hurrying clouds, and bright sunshine.

     My morning bath was supplemented with the sight of a dainty little bird that darted her, and there among Lodges fruit - burdened appletree. He was about the size of a wren, and built much the same.  His olive back head and wings contrasted finely with his bright lemon yellow breast. His eyes, which were black sparkles, were, rimmed with a tiny band of yellow.

     Toward Mid-day, the wind, that had been blowing lightly all morning, increased in volume and made the day splended. Paved streets presented scenes of whirling choking dust bits of