Prometheus Unbound

Yesterday, for the second time in a month, I burned all the twigs, limbs, and assorted blowdown I could collect from my parents' yard. The photos might not capture the scale of it, but at its largest the "pyre" was about seven feet in diameter and and close to six feet tall. In all I burned at least three years' worth of deadwood -- both literal and figurative. If you're underwhelmed by that, well, you're not alone. Some of my friends see the fun in indulging pyromanical fantasies, but others apparently see only a brush pile. If you fall into the latter category I feel sorry for you. I guess if you have to ask you wouldn't understand, but few things are more fun than a bonfire.