I live a double life. Many wouldn’t believe how country I really am on the inside. I have posted some pictures from our time away at Christmas. We spent over a week with my family in Clanton, AL on the Coosa river. The Coosa has its own culture, you see, and it has shaped me since I was in diapers. Part of that culture is chopping and burning. David and my dad chainsawed two large trees and we spent all afternoon burning them in the front yard. Even my grandmother (affectionately known as Boppa) has been know to be on the rope pulling when the tree comes down. Its a family affair.
This morning I was making a fire in our fireplace and David made an observation. He said he thinks I enjoy the challenge of trying to start a fire without a starter log. I must say he is right.
Something comes alive in me when I am near a fire. I am not the kind of person who has things I do for personal therapy or relaxation, I just don’t think that way. But if there were something . . . it would be burning. My family has long observed this phenomenon in my father, who every day (now that he lives in the country again) burns something, even if it is just the trash. He is always cutting down trees and burning brush. David has quite naturally assimilated into this way of life, as you will see in the pictures.