Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

70. that I longed for her presence; that it was more than just being happy and contented to live with her.

     On the way home, I stopped and picked up a bouquet of wild roses at Three Rod Road.[i]

                   June 6 - Saturday-

     My right hand, which had been bitten the hardest, swelled up last night, and is still swollen this morning. It itches + burns and is very uncomfortable.

     Tired and exhausted by my work and emotion yesterday - Midmorning to Fredonia to bring girls home for summer. A pleasant ride down the S.W. Boulevard - fields of buttercups and yellow hawkweed.

     Evening - letter from Hobart Nichols inviting me to serve on jury for Metropolitan Museum next November (at which $52,000 is to be spent for pictures) - I wired an acceptance.

     Later, all of us to Maxine to see " All Thru the Night" and "Unexpected Uncle" both entertaining.[ii]

                   June 10 - Wed.

     Sketching S.E. of Marilla.

     A very hot, humid day - the sir full of a thick milky white haze -

     I had in mind the painting of a willow tree with the hot sun pouring down, a little stream with reflections - but as often happens, I could not find anything in nature to agree with my idea, and as a result, I drove here + there aimlessly. I find an attractive spot by road, east of