flame on!

burning bushes,
burning trees.
duders,
 i spent most of last night,
and all of today making fire!
check it:

caveman mastery of the elements an' that.
for real.
look at that pile of brush, b!tches.
it's big, huh?
yeah.
there were three of 'em.
here's an even bigger batch of barbarian pick'em-up sticks:

burning winter wood is pretty serious business, too.
it's unseasoned,
but with molto low moisture.
plus,
it's practically frozen solid,
which makes even the otherwise super-green blue spruce branches
snap apart snappier than a saveloy sausage...
c'mon.
and after a raging non-stop full moon snowstorm,
which is still really dropping on my head,
the ever-burning ever-loving blue lit moonlit garden
is almost totally debris free.
that's a lot of wood to haul, neighbors.
the back of my truck is piled high with the remnants.
i mean,
this morning, i burnt a bunch of bracken,
and the snow had a lmost completely concealed the firepit:

notice how there's no combustible coniferous crapola
where the other photo had plenty?
yeah,
and the towering inferno made it's mark, too.

snow melts into water,
water evaporates into steam,
steam condenses into snow.
concentric circles, cycles, and smoky rings of ephermis, ninjas.
that's some sh!t, for sure.
*
i'm sore from shoveling,
snapping,
stacking,
steaming,
and inhaling smoke from sticks and stumps of several sorts.
time flew by, again.
and today is done.
still snowing,
still smoldering,
but definitely done.
the moon is full,
the night is bright,
or it would be without the clouds.
do i look impressed?

of course not;
never quiet, never soft.....