A side order of naproxen with lunch, dear?

When last we left our brush pile, it looked like this:

Lots of folks were burning this weekend, the first calm days that we've had in many weeks. The firefighter who inspected our burn site said that there were seven firefighters issuing permits, each with a list of 25 homes to visit.

With the town fire department's approval, we burned most of our brush pile yesterday, reducing the pile by about 80%.

At quitting time, we doused the flame and cooled the coals with water from hose, mixed with tears from Al Gore.

Moving the contents of a brush pile across the yard to the burn site involves some muscles that don't get exercised regularly. We each had a couple of Aleve^® with our lunch in anticipation of the aches that were sure to come (and they did).
It's humbling to remember that there are lots of people, our ages and older, who work this hard and harder every day. We shouldn't get extra credit for this amount of work, but we do have the satisfaction of reducing a big pile of brush to a small patch of charcoal.

We still have clean-up work to do, the aforementioned brush pile, larger branches that will require the chain saw, and a pile of stuff over by the fence that's still frozen into the ground. All in due time.