Check from Rehn in the morning mail. P.M. B & I to Buffalo to deposit check and do a little shopping. Very hot & stifling.
     Late afternoon - take a blanket and lie in the deep grass on the brow of the creek bank across the street.
     It is pleasant here - the late afternoon cars zipping past only seem to accentuate the peace of the stream and the meadows before me, lying so calm and bright in the afternoon sunlight. Swallows are skimming up and down over the surface of the water. Once a great dragon-fly sailed past in lazy zig-zag flight. The odor of the crushed grass under me was pleasant.
     Evening- to an informal call on McLeod’s.
Later - A walk in the backyard - a deep sense of things growing powerfully - a cool damp wind from the east.
                                                                                  June 17, 1937-
     It is raining - how truly divine is such an event in June - everything bespeaks the presence of God.
For awhile it is pleasant to just sit in the studio, with the window open, and listen to the falling rain. After awhile it seemed urgent to get closer to it, so I went out and sat down on the foot-mat on my door stoop. Here I was protected by the little porch, yet it seemed as if I were actually in the rain. I was amused to see how here and there grass blades were hit squarely by raindrops, flattened by the blow, and springing back quickly.