Some people welcome in spring with the blooming of the crocus or daffodil. When I lived down south to me it wasn't spring until the azaleas bloomed. Here it is not spring until you start seeing the spring fires. For centuries the inhabitants have used fire to control the growth of unwanted species on the grasslands. Even the native americans burned around their villages for the same reason. Fire was a natural part of the prairie even before man. Today the farmers still burn off grasslands in the early spring clearing off all that dead grass and allowing new green growth to come forth. It also helps to keep down invasive blackberry and small locusts and invasive cedar seedlings from invading these pastures and fields. So once again we have started to see those plumes of smoke on the horizon as again this year the farmers burn off their fields. A smell of smoke seems to permanently hang over the landscape.
As for me I am making my smoke contribution as well. It is office cleaning day for me. Dusting and cleaning book shelves.
Desk cleaning and organization aren't forgotten either. Some of that paper gets composted while other paper gets burned. All those old last years phone books and old magazines contribute to the smoke as O Wise One nurses our own fires.
My spring cleaning efforts continue as I await the day when I can throw open the windows, hang out the winter quilts and put them away and wash off the porch to get rid of that winter mud buildup. For now I resign myself to indoor tasks just one simple one every day.
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter