Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

with red leaves. I club down a burr. The casing is thick & pulpy, the buckeyes soft, a velvety cream in color, with a faint rose blush on one side. There was a small bunch of buckeye saplings here, one of which had a burr on it. They were scarcely waist high.(HT)(HT)Three or four blue-jays - in dull feathers - came past and remain momentarily in the trees around me, making the air ring with their harsh cries.(HT)(HT)The heat making me dizzy I sought the shade of the hollow here. As I approached it, an American mocking-bird