Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

At evening farmer whose house horse figured permanently in the right hand side of my picture came up to look. He was so pleased he asked to bring his wife up. She said she was interested in wild flowers. She had a real love for their farm. She said they hoped to keep the rail fence intact for a long time. Also, she said when they cut trees for lumber for their home they left a group of hemlocks intact.—After my evening lunch stayed until dark. There seemed to be robins on all sides singing, mingled with toads and hylas. Apr. 23—(Wed.)—A very warm sunshiny day—almost too warm. Not much good—various odd jobs—cementing holes in car. __ __Call up Blair (as I was supposed to pass on to him the criticism of the Guggenheim Jury on his work, & the reasons he did not get a renewal on his fellowship)—He came out at late afternoon. He took the criticism on good part—Showed some of my latest work—he was particularly fond of the “Star in the Woods” and to me at last it seemed to be pretty complete. Evening—B and I out to the country east of Bowen Rd. B had read of a man putting a lighted candle on a shingle & setting it in the pond, thereby attracting spring peppers. Who crawled up on the shingle; and she wanted to try it.