Turning the clocks back an hour marks the end of daylight savings. Summer is behind us, the day's are shorter, and there is a chill in the evening air. While I start dreaming about slow cooked casseroles and thick hearty soups, Trent's mind is buzzing with a very different kind of excitement. It's finally "burning off" season. Show me a man that doesn't love a good fire.
Keeping fire trails clear and the stock piling of fallen trees and branches is a never ending process on the farm.
We've had an enormous mount of rain over the last few month. Great for growing grass, and keeping dam's and water tanks topped up. Not so good to burn soggy wood piles.
