The fishing trip.
A fine, windy day. The walk out an enjoyable one. The air is warm but fresh and the breeze is cool.
Wheat in shock-yellow fields.
All things have an air of compactness. The cloud seems solid. The ground is hired by the alternating process of dashing rain and hot sun. The trees, tho windblown, seem a solid mass.
Song sparrows the only song.
Rolly chipper of goldfinches a new note - roadside birds.
Come to bridge. Jim sets turtle lines in fishes a while.
Proceed north along creek. Clumps of beautiful butterfly weed along the stream. Watch visitors at one clump. Monarch butterfly - looked as though freshly out - first I have seen. Skippers, bumble bees. One or two milkweed longhorn. They are more plentiful on common milkweed species.
The late summer and fall season of wildflowers has commenced. Blue Vervain is in full bloom. Ground cherries and horse nettle are blooming. Also swamp loosestrife foam-flowers abound in mosquito grove. Arrived at camp. Soon at fishing. I go north. See heron.
Charles E. Burchfield, June 18, 1914