'Bout That Time Again
I'm dying for a good bonfire. You know, when you have to rotate like a pig on a spit to keep both sides warm. And you wake up in the morning with your eyebrows singed (not to mention a few brain cells). There's definitely no shortage of firewood. Deep down I really am a pyromaniac.
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Call this a repost. I attended a bodacious bonfire back in February that doubled as a birthday celebration for myself, my sister, my brother-in-law, and the pyromaniac host, Harry. The bonfire was perfect. Wish I could have stayed longer but I was runn... Read More
I have a pretty good debris pile at the house but I'll have to rein it in once I light it. Its too close to other trees I want to preserve. I have a good number of big, big logs I could cut up but nowhere to burn them other than the center of my backyard. They'll have to serve as ramps and benches for the nieces, nephews, and wildlife, instead. If I ever buy that chiminea I want, I'll have firewood out the wazoo.