Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 Afternoon & evening spent at Beech Camping Grounds. A loose day. Clouds misty and low-hanging, catching on the jagged tree-tops. A hesitating sprinkle accompanies us on our journey out. The earth is like a sponge, - the trees bushes + fields rain-soaked have swelled out and expanded into a delightful airiness.(HT)Rain youthifies. Seek a grassy uncut meadow, with a goodly number of sapling growths in it, and with little effort we can imagine it is early June again. The showery