We arrived home this evening to find Farmer H burning the front yard. Were we surprised? No. It's not the first time. The first time, he lit the yard right by wrap-around front porch of our cedar Mansion. The first time, all the cats and dogs gathered at the edge of the ring of fire to enjoy a tasty snack of mice and small vermin as they ran for their lives from the great Bambi conflagration. This time, Farmer H was just burning a long line of grass cuttings left by his tractor. It looked like a giant 4th-of-July ash snake. Or ash Loch Ness Monster, because it was humongous.
I kept driving. No need to stop along the driveway and flatter Farmer H with attention.