Height of ruralness

On Wednesday we reached the pinnacle of country living when we finally put a match to the Burn Pile. The Burn Pile has been growing bigger and bigger with all the logs and branches that have been pulled out of the creek and other stuff that is just too enormous to chip and no good for firewood ... and that has just been down in the lower forty too far from the house to do anything with easily. So it's been put in a pile for Burning, and on Wednesday we Burned.

It was a perfect day for it, freezing cold with frost, then clear and sunny and absolutely no wind. We had to tell the local RFS of course (who then made a facebook post to let everyone know but giving the wrong address, eye roll) and warn our neighbours 48 hours in advance which was an excellent opportunity to say hello to the neighbours. Which we have been  meaning to do since we moved in but have only done friendly waves so far. 

It started off with a solid application of diesel then it was a couple of hours hauling branches to chuck on, then a couple of hours making sure it kept burning, and then a couple of hours staring, raking, playing with the coals and burning random twigs on the ground. It was awesome, I love burning things at the best of times and this was massive. It was all out by dinner time and our four huge piles of branches have gone. 

It was nice just to stand down in the lower forty and admire the view. It's a fenced paddock next to the road, over the creek bridge but we have no use for it at the moment so I never go down there. It's very pretty and people wave as they drive past because nothing says rural togetherness like Burning. 

And the other advantage is that the neighbours over the back said they would pop in, which they did, while I was in the shower, so had to do a dressing gown run past them to get some clothes on ... but once that awkwardness was behind us we had a good natter. They've been here 15 years so could fill us in on the last two previous owners, and the other neighbours, and the weather, and useful things like that.

We were chipping the next day and Mr Neighbour came up to examine our chipper that had been the topic of discussion the previous day - Mrs Neighbour had thought we got people in to do our chipping because 'one of them was wearing high-vis'. No, one of them was not wearing high-vis, one of them just got another pair of amazing gardening overalls in a colour that appeared on the website to be burnt orange.

It is not burnt orange, I look like a traffic cone, if traffic cones were spheres. But I don't care, they are so amazing, and after a day's burning it was kind of greyish anyway. We have finally got some pallets to store next year's firewood from everything we are chopping down ... but we need some more, that didn't really make a dent in the chop pile. Peak Ruralness.