Apr. 10, 1933
      A clear warm day – working all day at cleaning up the back lot.
     I am just beginning to get acquainted with the Sibelius Symphony.  Its power and strange melancholy beauty seem almost beyond belief – it seems as if no man really could produce such marvelous music – but it is true, happily.
                                                                         Apr. 11, 1933-
     A.M. east ofJamison Roadand northwards to get hepatica plants – a cool morning with strong south wind, and  poetic rainy sky –
     Piles of raw-cut wood on woods edge – the dignity that thinning a woods lends to it – farmer and son getting lumber in a pine grove on a steep hillside getting plants and hasten towards bus-line –
     Home a little after12:00– P.M. play Sibelius Symphony again.  The deep toned mystery of the first movement – It makes me thin of deep black gorges and deep water – by mid afternoon the rain comes – and again the mysterious religious feeling of spring rain –
                                                                         Apr. 12, 1933–
     To Gowanda –
     Lunch in a littlemaple grovenear the canyon – yellow violets among the dead leaves – overhead tall budless maples gleaming with cold sunlight – spring beauties – the wonder of this miracle is reborn –
     A cloud comes over the sun – the air is chilled at once – a foreboding comes over the grove – the hepaticas tremble gently a wind rises suddenly and sweeps thru  the tree-tops with a soft roar –