Sunday we had a small amount of rain a drizzle really. Not enough to be soaking wet but enough to get things damp - perfect burning weather. When we first moved to the country I was appalled to see folks burning big piles of brush in the middle of the forest. I thought they were just asking for trouble to start a fire in a forest and I was sure the fire department was going to show up any minute to put that fire out. I have since learned that in fact this is a form of forest fire prevention that every responsible property owner engages in to protect life and home.
This is the view from our front porch. That's deep forest directly in front of us and it doesn't belong to us. It belongs to absentee owners that we have never seen in 15 years, nothing we can do about it.
Looking right is our property. Brush is cleared and trees are trimmed. Our property is inspected yearly by the fire department. We try to keep a balance between safety and beauty. The truth is in a forest fire we would be toast because of the wild forest all around us. Still we do what we can and when the weather permits we take advantage of a good 'burn day'. Wet enough to be safe not too wet to burn. Burning is permitted between November and May roughly. After that it's just too hazardous and we keep a keen eye out for smoke all the rest of the year.
Chris usually has several piles going and I'm called on to help feed them. Also my job to provide libations - hot coffee and cocoa in this case.
The dogs love it when we're all outside. They think we're providing a warm play spot just for them! You can see we've been cutting brush and piling it up for just such an occasion. This is a never ending job and we have a lot of trash trees to cut down. There's only two of us and only so much daylight.
Shadow and River following a scent. By the end of the day we're all soaking wet, smokey and tired.
Until next time,