In the week after Christmas as DB and I were dismantling the tree, he asked if I received all the gifts I had hoped for – well, no. I had hinted, pretty heavily, that I wanted a fire wand. Sometimes called weed burners or flame weeders, these are great non-chemical weed killers that let you eliminate the more invasive species while not endangering nearby desired plants.
DB said that he and our sons had discussed giving me the fire wand. But that after laughing through stories of me chasing my wheel barrow down the hill, falling off the retaining wall, and the trail of dead grass after the RoundUp snozzle snafu, they decided it wasn’t a good idea.
I just don’t understand. I cook and bake using heat all the time. I know where the fire extinguishers are and though I’ve never used one I’m sure I could figure it out. While I’m a bit fanatical about gardening, I’m not about fire in contrast to the men in my family who found my foibles humorous.
When I first met Dave, I wanted to learn more about his family. He proudly relayed to me that his dad built the biggest, most amazing bonfires. He laughed that if a “Herb fire” was in the making that any object capable of burning was at risk of ending up in the burn pile. A neighbor and friend echoed Dave saying that Herb’s campfires reach the very highest heights.
My sons also have a fascination with fire – maybe not the jubilance of their grandfather – but still a level of intrigue ever since they were little. I vividly remember an Independence Day celebration when my boys and the Lipp children (friends) huddled over a pile of low level explosives, fire crackers, snakes, jets, etc. They were entranced. Heck, the dads clustered around to “protect and guide” were equally entranced. Everyone seemed to want to burn something.
So this diatribe is that other than liking scented candles, I’m not the one who wanted a great big fire pit in the back yard.
While I’ve been known to deadhead plants within reach of my lawn chair during a pre-dinner cocktail, as a rule I don’t drink and garden. A garden fire wand seems safe to me… not to mention it would be fun.
If they are really worried I’ll put the local volunteer fire department on speed dial, drag the garden hose over to the weedy area and not burn unless DB is outside and within earshot of me.