A Dream last [night] – but confused remnants remain – At one time I had blundered into a rich man’s home and was trying to leave unnoticed. I found myself in the garden which was intricately divided off by picket fences; I became confused again while looking for flowers at the end of a conventional flower garden. I suddenly came upon a black wild wood in [were] which myriads of wild flowers –
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Volume 29B, pg. 62 (back), November 6, 1917