Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

May 11 – 1922 – ; It is May! The buckeye trees are almost fully out, and hang loosely with great masses of vivid emerald foliage – there’s nothing to equal this brilliant color of green – the sun shines on it in a subdued silvery highlights & the partly cloudy sky beyond is composed of pale violets – a cool breeze comes out of the sunlit south – Maple trees are speckled with twin leaves that that form horizontal dashes across their branches – the shadows under porches suddenly become intensified & full of poetry – It is the kind of a day that should have its lawnmower going.