Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 8, 1964

A beautiful sunshiny day — There is a feeling of spring to the look of the sky and sun — The daffodil shoots, in front of the studio, that came up during the unusually warm October season, are unharmed by the winter cold, and look fresh and healthy — and exciting as well.

The carpenters did not come until late in the morning —

Bertha and I to the Lodge for lunch, then food-shopping —

We concluded that the suet-seed packages were rancid (since the birds showed little interest in them) so I took down the one by the living room window, and put up instead a little Chinese like house, with mixed seeds in them — Bertha said I had hardly put it up, before they started coming, and when I came in for tea, they were still fluttering around — mostly chickadees —

George said he wanted to get started the bins at the south end of the studio tomorrow — which meant it all must be cleaned out — I worked until 4:30 on it — and I became appalled anew at the accumulation of miscellaneous things I have allowed to come to pass; and yet I cannot throw them away!

About Nine-thirty Hank called to see if we were O.K. (Mart had tried earlier to get us, but since the bell-volume was turned down, we had not heard it)

Evening music — [Cimarosa’s] Concerto for Two Flutes — It seems more beautiful than ever — and not the least of the records charm is the remarkable virtuosity of the playing (Scarlatti Orchestra)

Charles E. Burchfield, January 8, 1964