Sigh. I used to love the smell of burning leaves in the fall when I was young.
It wasn't until my late wife and I bought our house that I lived in a place where you could still burn leaves again. I have 40-50 trees. I was ecstatic. All I had to do was alert the township office and they would give me a permit good for one week.
Then, last year, they finally made it illegal here. McMansions, yuppies with trophy wives, the old farms going . . . bah, humbug!
I built a big stone lined fire pit and still make all the controlled wood fires I want when friends come over.
Working with fire is primal. That's why all you guys love your gas grills.
Feeding my pit, my knuckles are one step closer to the ground than yours. :laugh: