Yesterday and today was a work outside day. The temperature was up to +5C, almost unheard of in January so it was a great two days for chainsawing deadfalls,piling brush and gererally cleaning up the lower-pasture-to-be. Then of course, was the 6 pile burn today. The flames were 30 feet high and the heat was terrific! I think that somewhere in the past some pyromaniac genes must have kicked in. I really like a good bonfire, the kind that causes the hair on your arms to disappear. The acreage is great as our neighbours all work weekdays and my property is isolated enough that nobody (so far) has called the fire department. It's a pity really, as somewhere there are a few firetruck genes floating around. I actually spent 15 years on an industrial fire brigade and 2 years on a county brigade. Our motto was " We never lose a basement". Somehow, even though I enjoyed my time on the brigades, it is immensely more fun starting fires than putting them out.
It was a great day in the out doors.
My husband has a monstrous pile of brush he is itching to set ablaze. We, too, live on an acreage, but our few neighbors will see the smoke and mosey on over for a bonfire conflab. It seems to work that way out in the country!
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