Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] in the scanty trees; to hear a tree rubbing against the house - it is the romantic season. There is an air of coziness about everything. Our minds revert to crackling fires in fire-places; apples, armchairs and nutcracking. Thanksgiving & Christmas, which no longer are religious festivals but human, are in the air. / The sky cleared early leaving a clear warm air. At noon as we went to lunch it seemed like spring, as Joe said, as though an April snowflurry had