Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

they had decided to take the rooms with Slachs. They have not decided.

Following this we went to the Opera-House. I start to redd out my trunk.

                   Thursday Sept 18, 1913.

Morning was grey and dull. Wind had veered to south-west and rain fell grudgingly. Towards noon the sky brightened sun­ward, and the half light made dampened factory roofs glisten.

Afternoon brought with it a light northwest wind and a deep sense of melancholy. By evening the air was raw and chilly. The sight of bright flowers in our backyard only heightened the loneliness of the weather.

     We had vegetable soup for supper. How characteristic it is of September - with its complicated taste of many things.

By night the clouds showed evidence –