Brush Piles

One of the things Cheria and I really like about our new place is the long 1.6 acre field that extends our yard some 600 feet along the side of the road. We have dreamed up several uses for this plot of land, but first I had to clean the thicket of brush, briars and overgrown trees from the fence row that parallels the road.

I began that task shortly after moving in last fall, but winter quickly came upon us and I had to put off finishing it until spring. Well, spring has sprung and I have finally finished cleaning out that fence row - and I have six huge brush piles to show for it!

The prospect of having to burn these large piles of brush brings back lots of childhood memories - some good, some bad. I remember how as kids we used to drag wood and pile it up to "burn" our tobacco beds. The intense heat from the fire destroyed all the weeds and seeds so that when we sowed the tobacco seeds the tobacco plants were the only things that came up. I hated dragging that wood!

But after the hard work was done we started in on the fun - roasting marshmallows and "wieners" over the scorching hot open flames. I can still smell those wonderful aromas today! I think we'll let our granddaughter Olivia join us when we burn these brush piles. The hard work is done, but she can surely help us out with the fun part!

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