Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

At evening to my new quarters – to the place where Bertha & I will start life together – Mariner street is lined with buckeyes & elms, and I felt a wave of joyousness come over me as I walked up under those brilliant green trees, splotched with yellow in the late afternoon sunlight – ¬; These two small rooms are my first home – their humble character seems fitting to me, as we should start life humbly, and not like a circus parade – they are glorified to me, and already I feel the presence of “her,” who is to come to live with me. So much so that I feel as if even now before her arrival, there must