It’s cool enough now to start burning shit. Stuff we’ve been accumulating over summer. It’s been piling up. The kids tossed a plank on the big pile and used it for games. Brent moved some of the pile. Games are over. The pile is ready.
Our farmhand-we’ll-call-him-josh lit it on fire.
Then we watched.
Brent took Z a bit closer to feel the heat.
I’m always nervous with bonfires because I’m from San Diego. In San Diego, when things are on fire, they tend to keep on keeping on and things get disastrous.
The grass is wet and things are cool, so things burned well and then stopped.