Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " blue haze was in the air. This was beauty enough for the walk, and I feasted my eyes. / Along southside of Bentley’s Near the end, a Peter-bird began to sing. I was enchanted, it was so unexpected. As I listened, I heard the stream in the hollow splashing over the stones, and I saw the sunlit earth, felt the wind which rustled the beech-leaves - it was the first day of Spring! / Presently nuthatches thrummed the air with their calls and the Peterbird ceased. A Downy called a few times. "