Springtime!

Ah, Springtime in rural Kansas.  Today was a coolish, moist day with no 48-mph wind gusts (which we have so enjoyed for the better part of this week), and so there was some burning going on:

 You can see the scrub trees which line our creek: 1/8 mile from our house.  And a pitiful cyclist just left of the power line pole is sucking for oxygen after having ridden through that smoke.

It looks like our neighbor's house is about to catch on fire, but this was a controlled burn, and, happily, it remained controlled:

Do not drive through smoke.  Period.  It might last 5 seconds, it might last way too many seconds.  Visibility may be fine, or it might cause an eight-car pile-up, just like fog. 

The community cemetery is yards from this controlled burn.  This cemetery has folks from the Civil War buried here.  And many from the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic, which started down the road at Fort Riley.  And even a white slave. What???  That's another story for another time.   (But why should it matter if the slave was white or black or pink or chartreuse?)

And one more photo before I head to the kitchen to make a Reuben & fries dinner:  Muy Healthy, I know.

Hey!  My hair smells like smoke.