Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

away with it in a wild ecstacy - the beholder is so thrilled he imagines he is the bird. Before alighting they seemed to perch momentarily on the air. Their bodies in repose are swift-like. They truly expressed this wild wonderful day.(HT)Isabella moth larvae are matured. There is an old supersti­tion which has it that the black ends of this larva prophesied a cold beginning and close of winter with a mild interlude.(HT)Gathering of mushrooms amounts to the highest poetic pleasure. The feel of those