Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 sparkles with brilliancy. To look over the deep blue sky the white drift like clouds, the great glittering trees, seems like a cool dash of water over one’s body.(HT)Catalpa blossoms are out.(HT)As I go out I have sensation of being in fairyland.Wind is laden with scattering willow down and water is speckled white with it.The bird chorus has diminished greatly. Songs are only heard occasionally - meadow lark, bobolink, bluebird, catbird, king fisher, snipe, sandpiper thrasher.Arrive at camp. Gather fire