SM went out last night at twilight to burn the brush pile.
No wind and the smoke went straight up so we didn't annoy any of our neighbors. (Always a good thing.)
"Anything in the garden you want to burn?" SM hollars at me. "How about I burn that grass." He asks, pointing at the Bermuda growing in the garden beds.
"Like a controlled burn?" I asked, thinking. "No. Too risky. It's too dry. The mulch might catch fire." (We haven't had any rain to speak of in a month or so. The leaves are so dry and it's dusty enough that I get congested if I spend anytime outside right now.)
That burn pile went up within minutes, the flames so hot and high that SM had to retreat to the garden where he poked around for a few minutes.
"Look what I found!"
"Sugar sweet too." He offered me some.
Boy, were they ever!
It's funny, considering that this years garden was less than stellar, eating those strawberries has got me all excited about planning for next year.
Funny how the garden of my dreams is always better than my garden in reality!