Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

68.                May 22 - (Friday) -

     Heavy rains all night - and most of the day again. Working on remounting - The Three Trees a real problem, and I had to enlist Bertha's aid.

     Late afternoon - the clouds open up a little - sunshine seems imminent - it grows warmer, and a hundred robins burst into song - the sir is full of a thousand odors - How good - how full life is[i]

                   June 5 - (Friday)

     To country east of Marilla, painting.

     First to sideroad off of Maple street just below Jamison Road. Park by the road side. A hot steaming morning after the heavy rains. White puffy clouds advancing from the northwest - Marshy land around creek full of iris. How good it seemed to me, after my long abstinence -

     King-bird pestering a crow -

     Men up along the railroad putting up a power-line, Geo. Mancha, whom I mistook for a farmer, came down to speak to me.

     Drive on to Three-Rod road, just above Milliston, where I painted the "Road in May" - at first I felt I would spend the day here, but after a bit, I lost interest, and drove on. To Bullis Road and then south on Two Rod road - when I found a nice spot under a maple that crowned a high bank above the road. Here I ate my lunch with great enjoyment.

     I determined to paint something here, and attracted by a shallow pond to the south, I went down to look it over. It was a beautiful spot, the water, which reflected the blue + white sky, dotted with tufts of rich yellow-green emerald grass,