Once the baby goes to bed, Lee and I have been enjoying some campfires outside. It’s too hot to be indoors and we have a bit of wonky wood to use up. All those pieces which are punky, unsplittable with a maul, or just a little too big to fit in the wood stove are perfect for campfires. There is nothing more relaxing than staring at flames, looking up at the stars, listening to the night noises, and drinking a nice cold mojito with fresh mint from the garden.
Some of my happiest memories are of sitting beside fires with Peggy, some of which were kept going for days because we had a lot of brush to burn.
The combination of Oregon’s restricted burn season and the long winter rains make brush pile burning a mixed bag for us. Our brush fires tend to be either bombs or duds. I’ve seen huge piles reduced to ash in 15 minutes, and at other times we’ve tried to light the same pile on 3 or 4 different days without success. One of our brush piles is two years old because we missed the dry-enough-to-light-yet-still-legal window last year.
Fortunately, it seems we can have small campfires year round.
Oh my goodness! I don’t get around much anymore. Congratulations on the baby! She’s a doll.
nothing beats cool drinks and a nice campfire. I actually wanted to have one last weekend..but the pit is under about 4ft of snow..and I have no idea where the wood I meant to burn is buried since it is all level with snow now.
these old posts responses of mine are not making sense. No need to reply..I will get to the recent posts soon