Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

mothers had plenty of onion sets. So I had decided to give the babies an airing and get the onion sets all in one operation.
The evening was delicate & dreamy. The long-delayed unfolding of leaves was taking place swiftly & silently. Toads calling from unseen ponds. A yellow warbler. Robins. The babies chattering with delight & taking in everything.
M. A. “Oh see the covers.” Covers? Oh yes I saw! with pride at her figure of speech. They were plowed feilds (sic), the rows looking like stripes on blankets.
Martha “Oh see the moon.” (we all look).
M. A. – “I see tiny bit f (sic) moon. Who broke the moon Daddy (it was scarcely past the first quarter stage)
I – I don’t know who did
M. A. I guess the clouds did.
I point out big red pink farm to them.
M. A. “Oh, barn goes most up to the sky.
Seneca creek road is delightful with its elm trees & old farms.
The culvert:
M. A. – See the little house for dogs.
A rain gloom was spreading out over the sky. I’ve met Fritz Javer again who volunteered to go on his wheel for the shoots. After quite awhile he returned with them, having had to go to several places