Spring cleaning

This is the season for small stuff: raspberry canes, slash from bigger trees, last year’s corn stalks and all the debris that has been piling up since last time I could get an open burn permit. It made quite a pile!

I gathered all the tools, called to check in with the guys at the BHFD – very cheerful at 7:30 on a Sunday morning – and started with some green pine branches and a paper bag of newspapers.

It was a beautiful morning that changed into a cloudy, stormy mid-day and back again. Through it all the chickadees called, the redwinged blackbirds growled and chirped at each other (nesting couples are a new addition to the swamp this year) and my bees bothered me about my jar of cranberry juice until I gave them some in the bottle cap. Then they were content to jostle each other around their own serving.

I fed the fire, pruned more debris and every once in a while sat down to read. The wind was a little high today for the perfect burn and I let the fire die down between loads. Despite the recent rains there is still a lot of tinder in the standing reeds and deadwood downwind in the swamp.

Much better! Safer, too. A big pile of brush at the end of the driveway is a liability in August, when a stray spark can take the whole pile. November will be wet again and I can clear up the big logs that will sit and dry all summer. Till then, there’s Robert Louis Stevenson.

In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

In the other gardens
     And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
     See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
     And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
     The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
     Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

 

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

 

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

 

     Fires in the fall!

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