Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

22. fro on its invisible surface, with the wide hollow all around, broken up by patches of intense sunlight and deep shadow under pine trees.

I often wonder why I cannot stay longer at such places, but it must be some instinct that drives me away from before the wonder of it becomes tarnished, before familiarity makes it common.

     The change from the hollow to the upper world was more marked than usual – the wind was warmer and I suddenly became conscious that the trees are most of them [sic] covered with green – looking back, I could scarcely see beyond the edge of the woods, and my experience in the hollow seemed unreal. I had stepped backwards a month or more.

When I got home, I spent a pleasant hour preparing a place for, and planting the trilliums and cucumber–root under the pine trees with the other trilliums.

                   May 16, 1934 – Thurs. Wed.

The ground was frozen this morning (31º at 6:30) Trilliums frozen & bent over, but revived later, unharmed – Bittersweet leaflets & flower buds frozen & killed -

                   May 17, 1934 – Thurs.

     To Gowanda in search of sponge mushrooms – a clear cool morning – I took the route along the cliff above the glue works, which was become like a