As an aside, it is extremely difficult to snap clear pictures when focusing on a fire (and trying to hold onto a gunny sack, hose, or get out of the way!).
Given our trouble with squash beetles this past summer, we decided burning our main garden plot was an important fall activity. Enter two men with diametrically opposed work schedules and a windy fall and... It's December and we still haven't burned.
So Tuesday evening, later than we ought as I was outside preparing the chicken coops for our imminent nasty weather and wasn't answering the phone, we burned. Or, rather, James burned and the rest of us spent time making sure only the garden burned or toting the propane tank for him.
And burned. Squash beetles were toast.
The sun set. We weren't done. Onward!
It's amazing how chilly the atmosphere became as we persisted into the dark. Long afterwards, my back remained cold from the persistent, chilly breeze. Unusual for our experiences, we had no excitement.
... Until the frozen pizza inside, that is!
We still need to pull of the tomato fencing (a failed attempt at recycling fence) and till, but the weather is already bad for that, so it will wait.
