Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

low, and it is hard to tell which one leaves and which butterfly.
A chipmunk, with a hickory nut filling its mouth scurries thru the leaves and dives into a hole in the ground. Chickadees with both the “name” sound, and the mi-re song.
To the car to eat lunch – (delightful- peanut butter sandwich and three chicken sandwiches- save two of the latter for evening)
Back to the woods- studies of beech leaves and twigs. Their gorgeous yellow and golden brown color. Maple tree with strange bark rhythms. The scarlet maple sunlit scattering its leaves.
A brief excursion in the car eastward to find a larger woods, but the maple tree drew me back, and I made a watercolor of it.
The little black pool under a bank at the edge of the woods. A bewitching spot. The pool, whose “blackness” was something unusual fringed with colored chalky leaves. At times the wind scattered leaves on the surface of the pool, and them below them gaily across; they looked like tiny boats. Hanging over the pool was a small witch hazel bush in bloom. The seeds were already scattered, only the yawning pods remain.
For a walk in the low sunshine to east of the Four Rod road. The beech trees with a row of foot-high red maple sapling at their feet.
Eat supper, then eastward to a little valley where I parked the car by the road, and set out to walk in a in a woods by moonlight. Ravine-dark and mysterious, the wan moonlight sifting thru the trees meagerly. In the west still a dull glow from the departed day. Up bank, and make a studies from the top. The moonlight is now strong enough to cast a faint shadow on the leafy floor of the woods.
Thru rocky pasture toward road. Surprised to hear a “sewing machine” grasshopper in a meadow; then a tree-cricket.
The night soft and wild- the “big dipper” in the far north.