the ghostly ethereal light that fell on the barren fields from the vague silvery light in the eastern sky, throwing the deed (sic) grass into deep somber olive tones.
     What a variation to the procession of our days as to weather! Yesterday a clean cold day, of brilliant sunshine, coming from a rich blue sky that was perfectly cloudless from dawn until just at sunset when a low bank of mist appeared in the west. The earth was white and blinding; scarcely a breeze all day. Yesterday P.M. B & I take Arthur and Catherine to Chestnut Ridge to coast. My first impression of the figures on the wide sloping hillside was: how like they were to Bruegel’s figures in his “Carrying of the Cross.” How little the world has changed since his time! Rather, how modern he is!
                                                                      March 9, 1937- (Tuesday)
     A bitterly cold day, with a strong south west wind and occasional flurries of snow. P.M. To harbor. Cold almost unendurable - the wind off the lake was like ice.
                                                                    March 10, 1937- Wednesday
     The southwest wind cuts steel-like thru the great frigid arch of a March sky, whipping the