We burned some grass last night. It was just Hayden (15 yrs. old) and I. It was along a roadside ditch and edges of the main meadow. Fire breaks for the big burning we're anticipating.
It was the 5th day of my 6 day vacation. Today my last. I can hear the wind whipping out there as I sit in darkness in front of the fire at 8:37 AM.
I'm glad we got to work together on the land last night. He was into it. We both were away from screens and their effects.
He mentioned that we could go into business doing this. He brought up memories of burning grass with his big brother who is stationed in Ohio.
I told him about burning my Grandpa's pasture off with my uncle and cousins back in the early 90's. A big burning that seemed daunting during the telling but just another chore back then.
He said not enough people do this anymore. I think Aldo Leopold, wherever he is beyond the stars, would agree. Screens take up too much of our attention. And, to a certain degree, we are what we attend to.
Last night we were instruments of the land, not this or that influencer or job description.
Tomorrow it's back to the mail trail. Where I get to be mailman in my community. Don't look know how I got here. But I'm feeling this right where I need to be.
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