Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

the golden horizon sunlight, hanging just under the deep sepia shadows of the porch were beautiful.; The view by the lake – the north-east shy a modified rainbow – beginning at the blue-green water the sky in bands, was violet, red-violet, red-orange, orange, lemon, pale green, and then blue above. – a vivid red wooden arrow on a boathouse.; At Silver Springs we stopped for sandwiches – it was almost dark, the town’s lights on – the colonial church opposite a square – After our lunch, when we came out, colored lights had been turned on inside a fountain in the center of the square.; ; ; ; ; Nov. 27 – (Monday); These cold white moonlight nights (last night I proved the old saying: “Moonlight bright enough to read a book by”); A hard freeze last night – but now the day is milder (a dark sinister void of gray in the sky) – a frost rim still on the sidewalks, like mildew. – the mouldering (sic) earth –; B to town shopping – I was upstairs when Arthur came home from school. He started calling me, so I sneaked down quietly to scare him; just as I got into the middle room by the door to the kitchen, I shouted “What” as loudly as I could. To my chagrin he told me someone was at the door – the “someone” proving to be a young woman soliciting orders on sundry articles. Tho she was gasping and laughing, she said I frightened the wits out of her. I could feel my face burning, tho I tried to pass it off lightly. Inasmuch as I had startled her, I felt as tho I must buy something from her.P.M. I had ordered a load of manure in the morning for delivery today, expecting to ask Bengert’s to allow the trucker to