Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

76. and touch the sky - from all sides came the little contented songs of various birds -

     We followed the youngsters down to the ravine, noting various trees + plants along the way. It was pleasant in the woods, the cool weather having kept the mosquitos (sic) away, (to me, the bane of the woods in summer) -

     Eat our lunch out in the open - the wind so cool we all need wraps - afterwards, the children for another hike, while B + I walk up the road a piece. Once we (I am sorry to say) amused ourselves throwing stones at a hug bumble-bee that had alighted in the middle of the road. Neither of us could hit it, and eventually it flew leisurely away. Another time I was throwing lumps of dirt at (CD) bees in a little ditch; a car slowed up, and the driver asked if we had found a snake. - Not wishing to admit I was throwing at bees, I said nothing, so Bertha spoke up " We were just admiring the flowers" - The driver looked as if he wanted to say that throwing stones at flowers was a strange mode of appreciation, but he drove on.

     Home at 8:00

July 2 - A group of drafters leave for camp. Our supervisor had requested as many people as possible, join an automobile escort to give them a send-off. So Sally, Cathie + Art + I go in our car.

     Balance of day spent in taking an inventory of the frames I have in the shed.

July 3 - Get out the "Wheat field + Maple" to study it.