March 14, 1917 Morning with Florence

March 14, 1917

In the morning, I walked with Florence to the street car. She’s going back to Whitby so  we said our goodbyes. She said she would try to visit me later in the spring when I am up north.

This afternoon I continued to work on my canvas. I may be able to get another one done before I leave, but I’m not banking on it. The afternoon sun is becoming stronger by the day. It’s not yet the Equinox; spring is arriving and winter is waning.