Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

shoes & socks. The delicious feel of the rank brown grass—It seemed as if I could feel the healing energy of the earth ascending my legs. The heat of the sun, and the odors of rank swift growing vegetation almost sickening—The quality of this season is rankness. I think of the sour stems of Rhubarb, which we used to chew raw, & the bitter taste of calamus root— Buttercups with unbelievably shiny petals— Bobolinks. We gathered poke-greens. Sit awhile on a stump in a maple glade to feel the power & beauty of the day. On our return—stopped at the swamp on Sibley Rd. but water too deep for exploring. Evening—B & I for walk—stopped to look at Mart & Hank’s “garden,” & chat awhile in their apartment. C brought home ice-cream which we ate in birch beer—June 7 (Sat.) A.M.  Bill of Sale in mail from Emma for her car, which Art is buying. Altho we had determined last night that we would not go until next Thursday, (as part of our trip to Valpo) we decided to go today. We had to go to Buffalo to get the license plates. We arrived just 15 minutes before closing time, but got the plate, nevertheless.