Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

me. A fine type of weather to usher in June, some might suggest. But when we consider that June is but a part of a season of new life, what could be more appropriate than a gentle life-giving shower?(HT)Rain ceased early in the day, and morning was one of loose ragged clouds and moist breeze. Dark clouds amased frequently against which the white edged trees stood out in fine contrast. The rain seemed to have revived the oriole, who sang more frequently and volubly than I have heard them since arriving home.(HT)Afternoon brought a clearing of the sky; the sun came out and shone hotly; the breeze was brisk and cool. A yellowbird sang; and even a robin was not to be outdone, for he sang loudly and strong. The wren was not around all day long.(HT)The robins in the spout left today; whither I have no idea. How quickly they mature! (HT)A letter came from C – which was the first I had heard for some time for him-