Saturday, March 14, 2009

Burn Baby Burn!

One of the many challenges of living in the remote paradise which is Naruna is trash disposal. Residents of large metropolitan centers, such as Burnet or Lampasas, can just call some city department and ask for large item pickup, and their discarded appliances or tree limbs will magically disappear from curbside. Those who choose to put a little elbow room between themselves and their neighbors must be more personally involved getting rid of their refuse. Usually this means piling up any burnable trash including brush and tree limbs to be burned when conditions are right.

With the bountiful rain this week, the county called off its burn ban for awhile. In years past, I've learned the ban may be in place again as soon as the sun starts to shine, so I jumped at the opportunity to get rid of our burn pile. It has been growing for almost a year, and one of the last additions was our tree from Christmas. Of course, there are some problems with starting a fire when all the fuel is completely saturated after three or four days of rain. Trying to burn soggy brush sometimes causes otherwise normal people to do stupid things involving gasoline, diesel or kerosene. After taking care of some of these unfortunates in my operating room, a solution appeared last year. I purchased a brush burner which just connects to a twenty pound propane tank, allowing me to burn anything which will stand still and get my exercise while chasing those which won't. No flammable liquids involved and the LB is much happier.

Of course, any outdoor activity is more enjoyable with some company. In the first photo, you can see Sam and Rosie helping by checking the perimeter as I begin to light the fire. Even though their attention tends to wander when food is not involved, they still check in whenever I go back out to see how the burn is progressing. After all, they don't want to be left out of anything. The second photo illustrates why there are so many warnings about real Christmas trees, as our thoroughly soaked one almost exploded when the flames reached it.
As I finish writing, the bonfire has been reduced to smoldering hunks which will take some time to be completely consumed. Yet, even now, I am looking up at dead limbs and thinking that, tomorrow...the pile starts growing again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

where's the hot dogs for the weenie roast??