Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

small. Apples are fast ripening, while most peaches are gone. And from that completeness is born a sense of intense satisfaction. Look where you will and there is not a jarring note.

Following is a collection of sights and other good things, which gathered as they were at rare moments, are in disorderly condition, but which perhaps agrees well with the overflowing confusion of September.

Patches of silvery everlasting.

The beauty of golden-rod growing great quantities in the open grove of North Bentleys.

Speckled colonies of asters.

A walk thru North Bentleys calls to mind that fact that Nature in September has forsaken her secluded haunts, the woods, and has gone forth boldly to the fields.

A pause by the road-side to shake the dust from our shoes leads to the discovery of a female spider guarding her eggs which are fastened to a dead leaf in a white web-woven sack. Open-