Red flags

I seem to collect lots of bits of wood which, I think, will be handy for something one day.  Eventually they just get in the way and take the allotment beyond a cool untidiness which shows some intent to an uncool untidiness which suggests neglect.  The wood has now been reduced to ashes and the ashes will be placed around the fruit bushes.  While watching the transformation from wood to ashes and giving the occassional encouragement, I listened to the cricket.  A good day I think.