We have been honoured by the presence of Superbaz and the Boy Wonder this week. They have been brushcutting on the very edge of the edge, making safe drunken trees in the upper woods, looking fiercely at roe deer, removing fallen and encroaching Rhododendron ponticum, chainsawing with (mainly) great finesse to allow more light into our shady garden. Basically jobs of heroic and superhuman endeavour the likes of which us mere mortals could only dream. The result of all this cutting and chopping was inevitable – a mega bonfire! We try to burn as little as possible in the garden, preferring to compost and shred most of our waste with only the largest and most pernicious or prickly weeds destined for the big burn. In this way we get plenty of soil improver and mulch and all for free. This was to be a fire of biblical proportions and after pointing out that neither the shed nor the compost bins were to be included (I may have repeated this several times as the glint in his eye was a little unnerving) I left Superbaz to commune with the flame. You will be pleased to know that the mountain of brash was safely reduced to ash, which of course we will use to fertilise the garden. Brilliant.
Brash to ash. More light in the garden. Wonderful.
Thanks, you are always so kind. Hope life is treating you well. I like to think of your garden as our twin across the ocean.
What a lovely concept.
I live with a pyromaniac and nothing puts a smile on his face like a really massive bonfire at this time of year
I would hate to be sexist, but do you think it is a man thing?
Most certainly not> I love a good bonfire!
Ok I will fill put a tick in the gals column!