There Goes the Christmas Tree

     It was with childish glee that we threw the old, dried out Christmas tree on the fire. It was so bright when we first tossed it on that we had to shield our eyes. I was surprised the buckets we were using for side tables didn't melt.

An example of why a dried out Christmas tree is a fire hazard in the home. The sizzle sound was intense!

I love B.'s body language. I'm certain she was making an important point to me. : )

     John's photos make the night appear pink, but it was actually a perfectly black night with "ice floe" clouds as John called them. They moved slowly across a full moon and star-studded sky. If you looked straight up at those enormous ice floe clouds, you got dizzy. The bonfire was a spontaneous decision, made around 4:00 PM. We had worked outside for most of the day, planting this and fixing that, when we decided to burn some dead winter stuff. We called B. and John to enjoy the fire with us and it was a perfect ending to a perfect day.