A Blazing Temper, Flaming Fury, and Burning Ambition, Quenched

 

 

 

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Regular readers, if such exist, will recall that in June I had to give haircuts to a lot of trees that were blocking signals from a new router. This caused a quite enormous pile of branches, twigs and leaves. These were since reduced considerably using various cutting implements, but there was still a large unsightly pile remaining, which caused me fury and indigestion … er, indignation.
Today (Thursday) he wind was zero although the clouds said, ‘We are going to rain.’
‘Well, until that happens,’ said we, ‘some burning is going to take place. A windless day is too unusual and good to miss.’
So while not the slightest breeze ariz we burnt and we chopped and we raked and we gathered  and we burnt and we chopped and we gathered and we raked and we burnt, all day. What would have been several large loads to the dump went up in  flames welcome against the cold (it was a chilly day, indeed). Finally, at suppertime, I fed some more piles of sticks and leaves to the fire in the rain that had finally come, and the raging blaze still gobbled them. Then, tired and soggy, I retreated. Now a welcome steady rain is once again restoring our portapool which had become severely depleted over the dryth of the past few weeks, but it didn’t really interfere with the last of the fuel I put onto the furious fire.
The original mineral bottle is still doing duty as the rainwater collector. I imagine many tens of thousands of litres have flowed through it to date.

Actually, the rain overnight (30cm on the rain gauge) brought the pool level up by 20cm to overflowing. 

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