Fire bucket

Cold again and maybe too blustery for burning I thought, mindful of the 500 hectares of woodland behind the house.

But I pressed on cautiously.

One fire done I transferred ops to the bigger pile of prunings with a bucket of coals carried on a hay fork’s end. Later I brought a bucket of coals from that fire to start the log burner.

So the years cycle, the calendar of events long foretold.