The other day, I was out playing with the goats (and with 9 kids so far, I’ve been doing a lot of that). I looked up and saw smoke. Lots of smoke. I went running to see what was burning, and it was the field just across the road from us!
Now I understand that burning stubble is a long-standing practice, and probably locally common. We haven’t seen much of it (or any, really) since we’ve been here; thinking about it now, that was probably because the fields were more or less underwater until past the ideal planting time, so burning wasn’t really an option. This year, we had less snow and an earlier spring, and everyone is burning their fields. People know what to do, and the fires have been controlled, but boy, there’s been a lot of smoke.
It’s still really disconcerting when it’s right at your mailbox, too!