|Charred cedar floor of my rinse-down area by the faucet--|
from last year!
|Burned a leaky hole in my plastic watering can.|
Always knew the metal ones were best.
|Fortunately a favorite nozzle just melts a bit|
|And there's no leak in my hose.|
|Though the bright spot at the bottom of|
the jug doesn't look like much in the
photo, to the live human eye, it is
blindingly bright and extremely hot.
A number of little smokes lately have been fuel for the retelling of the torched pampas grass drama. I'm only partially at fault here: it's my sunshine wine that's the lighter. The sunlight passing through a gallon jug of water lacks only proper tinder to create a blaze. Something in my lucky stars has saved me, and up till now, we've had only smoke.