Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

2. afternoon in the yard; I potted a few plants for Bertha, and got Arthur to put in his spring bulbs, that had been dug up last spring.

            The pale afternoon sun disappeared early in a slowly rising bank of blue-gray mist; at the same time, a raw wind from the east sprang up.

            On Monday evening Frank called up to ask my advice on two offers he had received on two picture - $500 for “Old Barn at Sunset” priced at $750, $200 for “glare of Afternoon Sunlight (1917) priced at $300. I told him to accept + he agreed we should.

            He said he had just come from the gallery, where he had been detained by “people from Boston” (museum?) – that they had “given” him too many cock-tails, and he was half-lit.

            Today – a dark rainy day with wind still from the East. Yellow leaves continually falling from the poplar row over our yard, as if the trees August 4, 1942re startled by a sharp explosion: - we could not agree on the direction whence it came. Bertha thought it might be gas in the furnace; while I thought it came from Bengert’s garage. An examination all around revealed nothing.

            Today’s paper reported it as a natural phenomenon –