Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

It a thundery showery day – Periods of warm heaviness alternate with seasons of light cool freshness, when Elysian Fields seem to be just beyond the long low sweeping openings in the rainy sky – all sounds are laden with magic – the calls of orioles yellow warblers – railroad whistles – On the roof to sketch buckeye leaves – this is the season when I think of the days of Noah and the Flood – I would have restored to me the beauty of the earth when walks abroad and feels the presence of God in the skies, proud hills & cool startled new trees standing motionless – a man without reference for his Creator is ill at ease in a new landscape. ; It is our first anniversary. A short year ago, Bertha & I joined hands for the rest of our lives. It fills me full of wonderful peace & gladness that my feeling towards her is no different than on our wedding day, no different than on the day when in her home by the sink when we joined hangs & I felt the emotion of love sweep over me, how