Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 What a boon companion the wind becomes to us. A walk on a windy day can never be a lonely one.  No cross-country tramp is ever a lonely one for that matter but on a quiet warm day, we ima¬gine there is less to observe in nature; life has retreated into hidden recesses to escape the heat.(HT)(HT)But the instant a breeze begins to stir - then how magicly [sic] things change. That stately silver poplar, before so unobtrusive, now shakes itself and scatters silver in the face of the sun. That