Yesterday was the last day of my husband’s burn permit, and he made good use of it. His father had hacked away the brambles that were eating our barn and the old manure-pile, which will now become our garden. There were still two freestanding bramble-piles in our back pasture, though.
A jar of gasoline and a match took care of them. After watching my father-in-law attack brambles the hard way–with a machete–it was humbling, just how fast the fire consumed them. It’s a powerful tool.