Sometimes winter is grey, dreary, dismal, and seems to drag on forever
and then there are the days like today.
moderately warm, not a cloud in the sky … nothing but trees and birdsong and the chirruping of various amd sundry bugs
so of course I decided to sully all that wonderful fresh air with a major bout of my favourite winter activity … the ritual raking, piling and sacrificial bonfiring
and now I should clarify for those of you that haven’t been with me since the last bout of winter pyromania.
When one lives in the middle of acres of australian bush, producing vast amounts of leaf and bark detritus – in the most bushfire prone country in the world – it is not only acceptable but actually officially encouraged and actively sanctioned, that the fuel load be reduced in winter.
The raking and piling, bending, and toting part isn’t so much fun
and the tending of the fire … that bit is good too.
[ taking a break from fire watching to indulge a keen interest in the multitude of insect larvae, frogspawn and teeny tadpoles currently inhabiting the dam ]
except for the part where I cannot now move certain parts of my anatomy
but you can’t have everything