Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

which we thought was the heralding of a storm, for repeated lightning flashes in that direction earlier in the evening had revealed banks of thunderheads. The wind soon reached us – an exhilarating cold rush of air -, blew for several minutes and then was gone, leaving the sky cold and clear.(HT)(HT)(HT)(HT)Saturday May 30, 1914(HT)Today’s was a wonderful morning! The blue sky was so clear and fresh that it seemed to resound! and the hot bright sunshine dazzled the eye as it fell on the fresh green trees and bushes and grass. The breeze was brisk and cold – I was about to say it was a fine June Day but such days are peculiar to no solitary month of the year. They come at any time and always unexpectedly.(HT)About mid-morning we all, except Jim, who was working in his garden, went into Hope Cemetery to put flowers on our grandparents’ graves. Snow-balls and lilacs had been added to my wild-flowers.