A dream -
Out in the country, calling at a farmhouse in which lived the Andersens. Mrs. A to my surprise (for always it seemed was I given a royal welcome) was not very cordial, but the youngsters (there were 6 or 8 of them) were delighted, and at once began making plans for them & I to go out in the woods for spring-beauties and dog-tooth violets.
While we were making merry, Mr. A. came in. He did not see me, so in a joking manner I said “Well, here’s that man again” Startled he turned and looked at me in a way that froze any hope of welcome I might have cherished. It was plain that he was annoyed and disgusted. With a surly grunt he turned to Mrs. A and said “How about it - is there food enough in the house? You know your mother will be here any minute” - Then I realized I had broken in on a family party, and making some lame excuse about having to return home early, I went outdoors. In the northwest a great lowery bank of clouds was sweeping onwards, and the first few large drops of rain struck me in the face. I thought, “It is regular pussy-willow weather” and awoke.
Charles E. Burchfield, December 16-17, 1945