Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

July 19 – (Mon)
How poignant the song of a song sparrow at the season Belonging to the early March season, it brings a sadness for the passing of that season.
A beautiful quiet morning, Sunday-like. The sun shining from a clear blue sky like a benediction – On all sides, surrounding all things, and even arising from the earth itself, is strongly felt the presence of God.
July 21, (Wed.)
B – C & I to Abbots for red raspberries.
All of us, (B & I especially) disturbed and worried over the fiasco of Marthas [sic] & Art’s visit to Ohio (Helen & Walter’s) so that the trip was somewhat marred.
We ate our lunch at the Abbotts summer camp in the woods near their home. Before we took a ramble thru the woods. A strong feeling of midsummer – a cicada or two droning from sunlit, gaunt dead pines. Flowering raspberry – a few wild black raspberries.
Our lunch pleasant, and for a time we threw off the gloom that surrounded our hearts. The simple little scene enclosed by the shaded floor of the woods, and the overhanging branches of large beech trees, evoked innumerable nostalgic memories that crowded into my mind so tumultuously that they evaporated almost as soon as they appeared. A field of ripe wheat in sunlight, the grassy lane, a hayfield, and the row of sunlight maples yearning upward at the sun…..