Twelfth Night

Every year we end the Christmas holiday season with a roaring bonfire on or about the twelfth day of Christmas, upon which we, um, reduce our Christmas tree to its more elemental components. This year’s event was held on January 6th, and this year’s tree was a pleasing ‘Charlie Brown’ pine we cut ourselves.

Big Bonfire

After several days of unseasonably warm, breezy days and with rain in the overnight forecast, Eric decided yesterday to try yet again to burn the large brush pile left over from last spring’s pasture clearing project. This time he was eminently successful. The sheep seemed to enjoy the show, too. Behind the fire you can see our 5-foot diameter mill stone, brought to this property, we surmize, from Hooks Mill ¼-mile upstream from us by the 1936 flood that wiped out the mill.

Roast Duck?

No, just our magpie duck flock slurping up the mineral soup left by the earlier phase of the bonfire. This area is so wet that the ashes were drowned and cool within a hour as the fire died back; so wet, in fact, that there were actually rivulets of water running under the fire.

Another Snowy Day

We got fresh bales of hay rolled into the pasture for the sheep just as today’s snow was starting. It was too wet yesterday for our annual Twelfth Night bonfire — couldn’t get the fire to stay lit.