Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

portion of the misty sky was a larger ring, of pale white, so delicate it was almost invisible. Wind was strong and cool, and blew the darkish trees in a charming manner. Did the wind come thru those rings?  Since it was so soft and whispery and charming that I believe it must have. And an each spasmodic puff came down, it sifted the moonlight down to earthlike sand.

Events:

Joe’s Birthday.

Louise and Ben Tracy, Joe, Frances, Ephie Bill and I went to the “After dance.”  Crowd was too large and rather rough.

Tuesday Sept. 16, 1913

Wind was directly from the south. So seldom does this occur that today would have been memorable with nothing else.

When the wind is in the south;

It blows the bait in the fishe’s mouth.