These clouds of smoke from the burning wheat stubble are making my life miserable! They're everywhere and I wonder if these farmers will ever be finished with them. We were gone a couple of weeks ago when they burned the field in front of our house, and the flames were out, but even as we sat outside later that evening, ashes were still drifting and falling everywhere.
I ventured outdoors in the late afternoon yesterday to water my flower boxes thinking, surely every danged wheat field in the county has been burned off and the soybeans planted by now, but I looked up and there were two more smoke clouds on the horizon.
It doesn't help that it was 95 degrees in the shade either.
Sniffing and snorting aside, I've been cooking up some fine southern vittles the past couple of days, new potatoes, fresh squash, a few fresh tomatoes from southern Arkansas, a little fried okra, and fresh cucumbers and onions with a splash of vinegar. I cooked peas today with some fried cornbread to go along with all the other summer goodies.
I know it was all good because James and Zach dived in like pigs at the trough.