Well, it was dead awhile ago, but the big, brown piles have been set ablaze. No longer will I hum, “Sigmund the sea monster and Johnny and Scott are friends” as I go off on errands. To me they’ve always resembled little Sigmund. To others they might be Daleks or Pleasure GELFs. Either way, they’re gone now and we can move on with getting the pasture lush and bountiful for the herd.
Brent picked up the kids from school and they saw ten giant bonfires. They were giddy with excitement. We all hung around the one located outside of the villa and tossed wood in. They quickly learned that the white stuff on the ground was actually really, really hot.
There will be a few more Sigmund burnings today. When all the piles burn to the ground, the vineyard-burning man comes around and digs holes to bury the metal. And that will be that.
Adishatz, vineyard and thanks for all the grapes.