Last night I went and sat in a neighbours paddock, which had caught fire with in the last week. He had been cutting the grass on his old and rickety mower, when it sparked a fire. The mower is no more, and the land has some rejuvenating to do. All that is left in the paddock is the mower carcass, a bathtub which was used to feed livestock, some dry burnt tree's and playful galah's feeding off the seeds the charred tree's have dropped.
There are already signs of new growth, and it won't be long before this parcel of land is green and lush again. The thought of this made me smile, as I went home to shower and wash off the black layer of dust I had accumulated. Note to self, wear shoes next time.
