Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Edna – the first light of dawn coming thru bar-like opening in the northeast sky – to the southeast it was yet night – the waning moon making a splotch of light in the clouds above the creek – that was in deep black shadows—
Then later, when he, a couple minutes old was placed in a basket just below me, he opened his eyes – and I was full of idiotic pride and exaltation because he was a boy—
Then later – when Bertha & he were brought home – and the little girls stood about him in awed delight—
The dense clover back of my studio feels the air with rich odor – life is incredible.
The way to get the most out of life is to confine ourselves to a few simple things, so that we can absorb them thoroughly – I had the happy thought this morning of making a sunflower bed in front of my studio – when I was transplanting them I found one with an odd leaf – in a field of them I would never notice it – but among a few that I handle carefully, it becomes an individual—
Since we have bought this place it makes a difference – I like to think of it as a little community – a narrow strip of land – 33 X 450) in which the lesser creatures & insects