Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

81. cleared of clouds, the sky vast, remote, pale - The countryside was luscious, and full. To the northwest a limestone (?) works, brilliant white - blasting at times, with great clouds of chalk-white dust following.

     Next to Pavement Rd, and then from it to Peppermint Rd. (what a delightful name! - a field here of reddish wheat. Walk back to its Northeast corner, where I had to enter a lane to make my studies. Shortly after I started, a farmer started down the lane with horse and hay-tedder. I felt I should make some sort of explanation for my trespass on his farmer (sic), so when he came alongside I said "I am just admiring your field of wheat!" "Oh" he replied "You'll have to ask the boss" ! - The "boss did indeed come along a few minutes after, on a hay wagon - I repeated my remark to him + explained what I was doing. "O.K." he replied pleasantly. To my question: when would the wheat be ready to cut, he said that he was starting Monday.

     Followed Peppermint Rd to Ransom Rd, on which I turned south - The country here again is wide and far-horizoned - many railroads running east and west adding a note of excitement. I spent an hour or so here, then southward, past Clinton to Rice Rd and thence home.[i]

                   July 10. (Friday) -

     P.M.  To Buffalo on various errands.

     Cathie + Art have earned praise from Bengerts, for their good job weeding.

     Evening all of us to Seneca to see "Moon-tide" and "Whispering Ghosts" - The first a very well done moody picture, the second