My View Is Thus Polluted

Enjoying the easy spring weather. Slowly and deliberately burning the collection of winter's downed limbs from my small acerage. The fire is peaceful as it consumed steadily the unwanted debris.

Reading Wendell Berry's collection of agrarian essays entitled 'The Art of the Common Place' AND Virginia Wolf's 'To The Lighthouse'; together these two trestes on common life and common delights (or lack thereof) brought me to post this photo 'My View Is Thus Polluted'.

Not one siren this morning; it is a good day.