Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A tiger-swallow-tail butterfly paid a visit to our yard today alighting momentarily on the peonies, his brilliant black and yellow a striking contrast to the deep crimson of the flowers. Another notable visitor of the insect world was an eight spotted forester which sought honey in the flowers of a raspberry bush. The eight white + yellow spots on his black wings, dazzled the eye as he whirled from one flower cluster to another.(HT)As evening came on, the sky cleared away; a calmness fell over all things; the sunshine seemed to become golden. A welcome sound was the calling of the quail, probably from Bullard’s pasture. His almost human “Bob White” whistle is one of the nicest of our summer birdcalls.(HT)(HT)(HT)(HT)Friday May 29, 1914(HT)Mother’s desire for flowers to decorate the graves for Memorial Day, took me on a ramble to the woods. But it was not alone for flowers I went – at least they were the smallest part of the harvest.