Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Wednesday - Sept. 3, 1913

This was a broiling hot day. There is nothing invigorating about these September days. The night brings little relief and the mornings dawn sultry -

The morning was rendered memorable by the warble of a house-wren; and the half-pitiful, half-rollicking, song of a yellow bird.

Evening was notable for a long flock of black-birds that twinkled silently across the sky from the rose-gold sunset towards the twilit east.