Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

spiders (hardly larger than a pin-point) are constantly running back and forth, never seeming to stop.The cement is warm, and pleasant. I escape the wind on account of a tangled growth at the head of the ravine.Down below, the invisible ripples are betrayed by the shadows they cast on the slate creek-bottom. A solitary water-strider holds sway here.The spot is also the “stomping ground” for a large tiger-swallow-tail, that keeps flying around.A blue-gray bird (perhaps a crested fly-catcher) also finds it a good spot to hunt his food.After lunch, I turn my steps in the general direction of the car. I enjoyed the rest of the walk, but no more for me are the long all-day walks.____Evening, take M.A., M. + C. to see “The Great Waltz” – It does not wear so well for me on a second viewing.June 13, 1939-A.M. Cleaning up yard, mowing grass, + burning trash etc.P.M. to Buffalo on various errands. Rain all afternoon.June 14, 1939 – (Wed.)Working in garden, hoeing. It is pleasant work after the rain. P.M. with Martha (who is home with bad case of poison ivy) to get seeds, and a few more plants.