Lest anyone think we're raging pyromaniacs, I should probably let everyone know that we live in the country. On 17 acres. With no neighbors. Half a mile from the main road. In other words, if you currently reside in a dwelling that's in a subdivision/neighborhood in a city/town, I probably wouldn't attempt even a small backyard fire...unless you wanna be on COPS should it get out of hand. If this is the case, by all means...I'd love to see anyone I know on COPS, because that show is better than a train wreck. I'm just sayin'. Not that I think a train wreck is good...oh, forget it...y'all know what I mean. I hope.
p.s. Those from my hometown will love this: The burnt area of the yard smells exactly like Mossy Creek! Yesterday Libbey & I sowed grass and put down about 4 bales of hay to protect the seed. Lingering smokiness & hay is Mossy Creek's signature scent, and I immediately started searching for Dulcimer Dan, roasted ears of corn, the petting zoo and some serious square dancing! Can you hear the fiddles now? Mom--I wanna get my face painted!!!