Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ding. Now nearly all trees have assumed their summer clothing, but however have lost none of their freshness and greenness. Notable exception there are among which are locusts, cottonwoods, which seem to be covered with white bloom, from their just unfolding silver leaves, and a certain species of oak, whose small curled leaves, just beginning to unfold, are reddish.

     At the Beech I ate my lunch and drank from the spring after which I sketched the beech in pencil. While sitting here two crane-flies that were darting up and down over the stream fooled me for awhile into thinking they were dragon flies. The sketch completed I proceeded northward a short ways and sat down in the dense shade of a beech. The ground was literally covered with small green measuring worms blown off, no doubt, by the tearing wind and in watching them I was afforded a convincing example of the unerring power of instinct. For hardly had a worm touched the ground until it started in a straight line for the tree- (Note in top margin from Burchfield “ * 1962 - These were wood thrushes, not chewinks; in most cases these early journals when I mention chewinks, it should be woodthrush”)