Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

falling on willows, and masses of virgins hover in bloom and the orange stemmed dodder.; The wind was refreshing and I regretted when the rain came, having to retreat indoors.; ; ; ; Aug. 22. (Fri).; “Day copies Day”—; PM. A Mrs. Wadsworth out—wanted to know if I gave criticisms & what my fee was. I commented to one criticism (no charge)—but I am doubtful.; Evening—Berlins out for a visit—(we brought up the matter of selling C’s cells, He thought he could get at least $50 for it.).; ; ; ; ; Aug. 23—; Working all day on frames.; A miserable, irritating day—as if the humid heat were not enough, there was a picnic at the Park (some labor union)—they had a loudspeaker going all afternoon and evening continuously. So loud was it that it seemed to envelope the whole village, and penetrate so that it seemed to be inside one’s head. Starting out with records, which while irritating, were at least