Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 21, 1964

Parked at Big Woods—For a walk down into the ravine—A colony of hepaticas near the road—The aroma of sun-baked leaves was heavenly—I said to Bertha I never would want to miss seeing the hepaticas in the woods every Spring, even if I had to be carried there by somebody else—

Charles E. Burchfield, April 21, 1964