I’m sitting here watching a brush pile shrink from a 4 foot high pile of dry wood, to ashes. The fire is dying down now, the chickens are settling into their coop, and the lightning bugs are coming out.
There are a hundred things that need to be done. I need to clean up around the carport, patch the chicken coop roof, get new soil for the high tunnel, and work on the barn to name a few.
For fifteen minutes though, I’m going to sit here and watch this fire and here is nothing wrong with that.