Charles E. Burchfield, Journals February 16, 1936

While lying in bed this morning, I called Arthur’s attention to the deep rumbling sounds that seem to come from the center of the earth at this time of year – he listened a bit, then asked what caused them – I told him it was giants down in the earth, grinding coffee, and he laughed until he was helpless.

Crows have been cawing for several mornings past – I never hear them except at sunrise.

About 5:00 PM. [Bertha] & I for walk to dam.  A cold evening, with fine snow falling from the N.E. We noticed how oddly sharp the finest branches of trees & bushes were etched against the sky, even tho it was snowing and twilight coming on, pussy willows with their vigorous pointed buds, were beautiful, and a half grown elm, had a fragile lace-like quality that was startling.

Charles E. Burchfield, February 16, 1936