Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 2, 1954

Milder – misty skies –

Still in the doldrums.

P.M. – In a sort of desperation, I decide to drive down in the country –

The world white and wintry – aside from some pussy-willows by the road, shining white tops – there was not the least obvious sign of spring – even the pussy willows made inconspicuous by the white snow –

Past Hepatica Hollow which was buried in snow – then westward to the Big Woods – Here I decide to run into Gowanda and get some salted nuts, & then come back, which I did.

In the woods, where I took a stroll – it was just like the middle of February – it was fine to listen to the roar of the southwest wind in the tree-tops, and to watch the majestic swaying back and forth of the trees – never in unison, they swayed towards and away from each other, their interlacing branches created constantly changing designs with each second of time. The wan sun-glow high in the west, cast the palest of pale lavender shadows on the brilliant snow.

Innumerable deer-tracks everywhere.

Two fernlike mosses pushing up through the snow. I picked a bouquet for Bertha –

Home by way of Hepatica Hollow – for a short walk on both sides of the road.

Evening – Shopping at Loblaws – rain & then snow –

Art did not get in until 11:30 – held up by bad driving conditions.

Charles E. Burchfield, April 2, 1954