Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

May 15, 1922; Saturday afternoon I spent in putting up some pictures in “our” rooms – ; Sunday morning I spent in doing some studies for the hunt picture, but at noon when I went out to dinner I knew indoor work was over for the day – the air was soft and warm and seemed to quiver with blue light – the new trees stood almost motionless in the noon sunlight – there were dark leafy caverns – In the afternoon I went out to Hamburg & beyond to walk & get some wild flowers plants to decorate the rooms for when Bertha comes – I felt as I used to when as a small boy I gathered plants for my grape-arbor garden; and to help whit the illusion I whistled old school shool songs such as “The Bee” “The Swing” – “Sweet Rose upon the heath”) and “Spring gladness” – the virgin freshness of the new trees gives the woods a feeling of sacredness – a plowed field dried in the sun gleamed intensely hot white thru openings – Mosquitoes abounded but their humming belonged to the general summer scheme – I crossed the valley – the wideness of space poured in upon me – the meadows seemed endless – Bobolinks were abroad and sang for me the song I felt but couldn’t sing – wandering around in the pinehollows (sic) – the walk along the road to Hamburg tired, dusty but with a strange peace upon me –