Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
This morning was a wonderful morning. How I longed to take a trip to the woods! When it became light, I looked out I saw that everything, trees, bushes posts and wires were coated white...
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
A soft delicate haze has pervaded everywhere and there is an indefinite feeling of unrest in the air that makes me wild to be up and off, roaming the fields and woods.
Monday, February 11, 2013
A thunderstorm last night, with vivid lightning and summer-like thunder - This morning a wonderfully soft warm air -
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The sun, when I started out, was jus coming up, casting his cheering yellow glow over the white earth and blue sky.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The other day when I saw Arthur in the willow tree, feet resting on one pliant branch, hands gripping another, swaying up & down, wind in his hair...
Friday, February 8, 2013
...we all assembled at the pian and sang - new songs, old songs, "old gems," love songs, mushy songs, soft songs, silly songs and grand opera until very late.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
I read an account in some paper lately about some robins hibernating near Ohio in great flocks. Lack of food is all that keeps them away other years.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
A day out of March – a capricious mixture of ever imminent sunshine and snow-flurries. P.M. for walk. The wind tho not strong, was a nervous, curling one, and whirled the snow in all directions.
Monday, February 4, 2013
To-day was an ideal Winter day. Hardly a cloud appeared in the deep blue June-like sky. But the wind was cold, as I found when I started out for a walk after dinner. And that walk was one of the best I ever enjoyed.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
On one or two of the warm days past, I heard crows, and once I passed under one which was on a limb of a beech.