The Land Of Many Fires...

 We spotted the field fires last fall, not so many, but enough to notice that we are living in a different place now, a place of fires.

They've started back up this spring.

This place brings up so many memories.

I grew up in Farmington, named--I imagine--because there were numerous farms in the area. Even when we moved there in 1970 there were still numerous farms remaining. Now...not so much. In fact, almost all land in the city limits have been converted into living space, not for horses, cows, pigs, and chickens, or for orchards and vegetable gardens, but for people. There's a good reason for this--it's a fantastic place to live and raise children.

We lived up on the hill, not the highest house on the hill, but high enough to see much of the town. I remember seeing field fires all the time. I'm no farmer or chemist or specialist in why it's good to burn fields, but from what I understand burning fields replaces nutrients into the soil. I know forest fires are nature's way of cleansing the ecosystem. I assume the same can be said for the advantages of smaller versions.

We're again on a hill...not as high up as before, but we can see much more of the valley, and other valleys. I snapped a picture of a fire the other day. We expect to see more as we live in the land of many fires.