The Burning of the Tree
There's something so cleansing about a really hot, huge fire.
Since moving to our farm in SE Ohio in 1992, we've always put our Christmas tree to triple duty. First we decorate it and enjoy it from mid-December until early January. Then we haul it out and build a brush pile around it for our feeder birds to shelter in during the harsh weather of late winter. Finally, on Memorial Day, we burn the tree and dance around it, howling.
Thanks to Steve, Shila, David, Mary Jane, Zane, Margaret, and (especially) Oona for making the scene. A great way to usher in summer.
An extra dollop of gratitude to Shila for these images.
I am but a simple caveman. Your modern ways confuse and confound me.
Labels: annual rituals