Little Fire on the Prairie

or

Sometimes Spring Is Black

Son3 keeps the perimeter of the north pasture mowed -- a welcome mat, he says, for the deer. Indeed, their tracks have been easy to spot and in no short supply. That mowed perimeter also makes a good firebreak, and my fellows do love their fires (the pyros). Soggy ground and a slight wind out of the north lured us to the pasture with matches.

When the fence row burned so nicely, it was like feeding 'em half a chocolate chip cookie. There must be more!

Charles setting things ablaze

Happy Happy Charles

It's on the move.

But that fire has a long way to go.


I helped.
I made a fire.
The fellows' fires were *grrr*-*grrr*-*grrr*.
My fire was pretty.

It's gettin' there now.

It got there.
Sometimes Spring Is Black.

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? ~ Matthew 6:28-30