the fire. men.

It’s taken me a while to be able to post about this. It was so unbelievable. A few weeks ago, Damian decided he was going to burn the brush pile. Basically, the brush pile was a large pile of our Christmas tree, grass clippings, and other trimmings from the trees in our yard. It was a rather windy Saturday afternoon and I asked him if it was very smart to light the fire on such a windy day. To this, he replied this windy day was the perfect day to burn the pile because the wind would blow the smoke out quickly and the yard was still very wet from all of the snow we’d gotten over the winter - he wouldn’t have to worry about controlling the fire. He lit it and within seconds the pile ignited into a huge, crackling flame.

And this is what happened . . . It got OUT OF CONTROL!

And, we didn’t even have a hose hooked up yet, so we tried putting it out with buckets full of water. I wish I had pictures of that, but I was too panicked. The fire burned the fence line, hopped the fence and started the neighbor’s field on fire. The neighbor’s field is planted with trees he’s planted from Arbor Day Foundation over the years. Worst part – the neighbor wasn’t even home.

After calling 911 and having the fire department extinguish the fire, this is what my backyard looks like.





All of the black areas are charred grass. Lovely, eh?

Not exactly the "burnin'" fun as described by Pioneer Woman. Her burning pictures were posted two days before our fire, and it gave me the brilliant idea to try stomping out the flames.