Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

never thought of them as gregarious birds - that unutterably sad call of theirs suggests the most reticent solitude - I could not become used to this new idea. It was not long until I heard one call far to the west and it seemed as from a different bird than these around me.Hawthornes plentiful here. Meadow overgrown with goldenrod, whose maturing blossoms put a filmy yellowish green over the meadow. I could take no step without it being attended by robins + mourning doves flying up. Evening