Dancing around the Bonfire!

When I was a child ,I thought the word was Bomb fire .

There is something very mesmerizing about a bonfire in the darkness.
The flames are wonderful,white and yellow and with the occasional blue or green where a gas escapes .
It is hard to understand the enormous temperature waves generated from such a random pile of old wood. You cannot see why it should get quite so hot.
When the breeze catches a flame,it bends it right over and the grass that you thought was a safe distance away,gets alarmingly near after all.

My son got the bits of shed into a pile on the cleared bit of veg plot and set it ablaze.
He needed only the lighter and a couple of bits of cardboard. (not the petrol that OH the scout always uses).
 

I was reminded of the firework nights of childhood.
Standing watching the licking,flicking flames.
The urge to dance and chant as the fire danced and crackled was enormous.


We stood and watched with a handy bucket of water in case it spread.
It didn't spread.
One of the piles of weeds was added to the heap and now there is just a pile of ashes and a few metal bits that didn't burn.
I will rake the ashes into the ground as they are potash.