|Does "Burning Things" Count As A Hobby?
||[Sep. 18th, 2015|10:04 am]
Matthew has been told to stop burning things on the property he shares so he's been bringing his truckloads of chopped up tree here and I've been burning them for him.|
Yesterday's bonfire is still smouldering this morning.
A good bonfire is always great fun! There's something primeval about lighting a big fire...
I find tending a fire completely absorbing.
Bonfires were one of the few things I used to share with my dad. He was a pyromaniac too.
My dad built us a small brick stove in the back garden so we could have our own tiny fires safely - and roast apples and stuff like that. We were perhaps around 5-7 when we were allowed to have unsupervised fires. And of course there was the large fire pit for burning branches and other stuff from the garden, the small fire pit by the terrace for cosy fires after a barbecue and naturally a wood burner in the house.
It seemed very suitable that my Dad was buried on Saint John's Eve, the traditional bonfire night in Denmark.
We had a long narrow garden that sloped up towards the woods. The bonfire site was at the far end. I'd go up there and tend my fires and it felt like I was on the edge of the wilderness.
It counts as a crime in my neighborhood. Unless there's meat involved, then it's a party.
I've always loved fires. When we went to the cottage, a vacation wasn't complete if we didn't have a fire on the beach at least one night. And, this late in the season there was a fire every Friday night. Sometimes us 'youngsters' would stay out very late, discussing the problems of the world and how they could be solved. Something about fires inspires you to do that.
The campfire takes us right back to the beginnings of humanity. The mastery of fire is one of the things that distinguishes us from all other animals. Not even the Bonobos have got the hang of lighting fires yet.
Before it was prohibited, we could burn all the fallen leaves in our garden in the street in great piles by the curb. I would rake them up just to be able to have the fire. They stopped that when I was a young adult but the smell of burning leaves is still one of my favourites and an instant memory jog from my childhood. On Saturdays you could see the fires all up and down our street as that was the day everybody raked leaves.
I was mostly burning wood. And that's what the garden smells of now.
Couldn't somebody keep warm all winter with it on an open fire or in a log burner?
Do people have wood stoves in your area? It might be worth splitting, stacking, and selling the wood bits.