We arrived home this evening to find Farmer H burning the front yard. Were we surprised? No. It's not the first time. The first time, he lit the yard right by wrap-around front porch of our cedar Mansion. The first time, all the cats and dogs gathered at the edge of the ring of fire to enjoy a tasty snack of mice and small vermin as they ran for their lives from the great Bambi conflagration. This time, Farmer H was just burning a long line of grass cuttings left by his tractor. It looked like a giant 4th-of-July ash snake. Or ash Loch Ness Monster, because it was humongous.
I kept driving. No need to stop along the driveway and flatter Farmer H with attention.
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5 comments:
Hopefully he didn't use diesel as my husband is prone to doing.
Were talking diesel fuel.. lighting it on fire and scaring the beejezus out of me as I get knocked back thirty feet while standing at guard with the hose ready and cell phone in hand.
Jennifer,
Nope. Farmer H just used the dry grass itself, as far as I know.
When we lived in town in my $17,000 house, the neighbor used to douse his piled-up leaves with some type of gas. I found out when the windows rattled after I heard a big WHOOSH, and looked out to see a wall of fire right next to my car. My car which was parked in my own driveway, right next to his driveway.
I know for a fact that Hubs has never lived in Missouri.. .but it was probably a cousin or other distant relative. (Your Neighbor)
So totally sounds like what he does/would do.
Which reminds me I need to up the Life Insurance Policy...
Jennifer,
Do you have one named Bob? If so, then that's the dude.
Oh, you aren't supposed to supplement the flame? Perhaps I should tell he who likes fire .....
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