Mar. 12, 1933
     Sibelius’ Sixth Symphony – Much of it eluded me as always on a first hearing, but it was full of strange and intricate beauty – especially the last movement  - And finally “Also Sproch Zarathustra, by Strauss, much of which was “otherworldly” very beautiful.
                                                                          Mar. 17, 1933
     To Drs. For lamp treatment – while waiting for bus  - a cool brisk wind – the morning sunlight – a little reddish brown bird – a warbler, sitting in a willow tree – singing madly.  (He seemed to have nothing else in the world to do a thing about but simply sing –
     On way over – “oily” mud glaring brilliantly under the March sun –
     Mar. 28, 1933–
     A fine sound of this season is the song of the song – sparrow heard under scudding skies, amid snow flurries –
                                                                          Mar. 29, 1933–
     Along the railroad, in the area which has been burnt off, a little pool covered with a thin sheet of ice, which is etched with white lines, that follow the contour of the pool’s edge, like the blue lines on maps to indicate water, except these grew closer together going away from the shore – a pretty sight, and I believe only coming at this season – Calls of red-wings, song sparrows and crows.
                                                                           Mar. 30, 1933
     A fine warm sunshiny day – Tho I might have gone afield either to walk or paint, it was enough to be in the back lot cleaning up the lumber with nails, etc. Just to be alive to be able to breathe on such a day is sufficient, without seeking anything else –
     In the afternoon, a trip to the far corner by Hackford’s revealed so much refuse, that I decided to rake some of the dry grass and weeds up and make a little bonfire.  When I lit it, the fire spread rapidly in all directions, so I decided