Lord Jesus It’s a Fire
I love Sweet Brown. She has made a phrase for me to use when there really are no other words. Actually, this time, it’s literally a fire.
My boyfriend and I decided to burn for the first time since we’ve been in our house in the country. He’s from Colorado and has lots of camping experience. The closest I’ve been to nature is handing my fish line to my daddy to take the fish off and bait it again.
I’m not sure why, but he asks me if I think it’s a good time for a fire. So, I answer, “Sure,” after looking at all the boxes that are in my yard and getting on my nerves because they NEED to go. Although I have no idea what I’m talking about and I’m not sure how to gage wind being a factor with a fire.
I mean, I know that if a fire is too big, then it could get crazy with some wind, but I figured it was going to be a small fire. Right?
Well, it wasn’t. It was like pyromaniac style pyrotechnics getting as high as the sweet gum trees kinda fire. So, he goes to get some other stuff to try to make the fire more…I don’t know, more wind resistant? All I know is he hands me the water hose and about the time he gets just far enough away for me to know this is all on me, the wind decides to pick up.
I was wrong about the wind. And I probably was wrong about frantically spraying the waterhose at everything, including some of the things we were supposed to burn and the dog. He came running at me laughing because I was fireman’ing it up. It was turning into a situation.
Then I hand him the hose, grab my Coke Zero, sit on the tailgate, bang my head on the camper shell and attempted to get enough cell reception to use Google Sky to identify all the stars I’d never seen before. I guess it wasn’t that much of a disaster after all…which is usually the case when I am a mere observer. lol