Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

C.—calls at 10:30 to tell us she missed the 10:00 bus. We arrange for her to take Seneca St bus, and meet her at Indian Church Rd. Apr. 28 (Mon.) Cold & clear—heavy frost. In studio making large carton for “Robin Song at Twilight” :Apr. 29 (Tues.)Another brilliant sunshiny morning—not so cool. Most of the morning studying the cartoon I made yesterday. At noon the day had changed—Thick masses of misty clouds, which seemed to intensify the sunlight, rather than dim it, by carrying it thru the whole atmosphere even the shadows were full of a golden light. It seemed the ideal conditions for working on the reconstructed 1917 sketch of McCarty’s Barn—so I set up my easel, and immediately after lunch I commenced work.On the way out I paused a moment to look at the hepaticas by the next door garage. They were in their full glory, open to the sun one a rich shell pink, and another pale white with a soft blurred-edged shot of blueish lavender on each petal. Several honey bees at work on the flowers. The air seemed full of pollen—and the hum of bees. The homely, cheerful sounds of chickens; songsparrows, & robins—Worked until five by which time I was exhausted emotionally & physically.