Today was “burn your field” day at our house, something most people around these parts do every year or so to clear out the overgrowth and to make way for new life (or new weeds, if you happen to live in the Jones household). It’s a time-honored tradition that my
pyromaniacs boys (the 50-year-old included) look forward to each time. You know – that man versus nature, taming the wild beast, male machismo stuff… You may have even heard the caveman-like grunting where you live!
Anyway, the battle was on:
Things started out simply enough (you can click on the pictures to see them larger):
Here Braden, with his makeshift turban/facemask, puts on a convincing show that he’s got everything under control…
However, things soon heat up, and I am unconvinced that the house will be left standing. These were the small flames. It was too hot and smoky to take pictures of the raging inferno that darkened the burnt area in the foreground.
Meanwhile, the saner members of the family (that would be the girls), along with my daughter’s friend, spent most of our time out front where the air was clearer, putting together the trampoline and playing with Lucy (aka Lucifer, depending on how she’s behaving), our Cocker Spaniel.
There, I witnessed another heated battle. Savannah started by teaching Lucy how to play catch with a frisbee.
Things soon turned ugly, and the game turned to tug-of-war instead, something Lucy excels at!
Back behind the house another victor has had its final word as well:
“I swear I put that fire out!” Braden says. “Like 5 times!” Guess he should have removed the turban from over his eyes…
Who will be the winner next year?
(For more photos of “fun,” head on over to You Capture at “I Should Be Folding Laundry!”)