A warm sunny April day. Not much wind. A good day for burning brush. The brush was piled in the yard last fall. We have accumulated enough hose; Steve is available with his truck. I go to the fire station to get a new permit and thank them for carting me out of here on January 2. The fire is magnificent especially as we can sit back and watch Steve set it ablaze. I manage to save the old wicker chairs for another life by giving them to him to take to his parents. The chain saw starts and we're able to add some dead limbs to the pile. At the end of the day, in spite of our limited labors, Judy and I are achey and tired, but thankful to be here after a long winter.