Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " as if we realized nature was being whimsical. / Evening brings a clearing – the air is fresh. Looking out of my window I saw a rare sight. Just as the sun fell away from a cloud, and flooded the houses in the east with sudden yellow light, a light shower of flakes commenced. This evening sunshine reminds me oddly of Spring. From now on the weather has the character of Spring. [The beauties of Spring are capricious -mere momentary whims, "