Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 A cool breeze stirs the sluggish air. There is nothing dispiriting about this rain. The sky is continually brightening westward.At noon hear a(HT)redbird sing several times.Saturday July 4, 1914Arise at 4:00 in anticipation of fishing trip. All the time we are dressing & eating robins sing profusely.The start is made.Heavy fog envelopes the whole earth. Coming along at pine¬hollow our first sight of the sun is the golden spot its rays make in the fog.