In Germany, it is a tradition among many homeowners and green thumbs to burn garden clippings on Easter Saturday. Brush, leaves, compost, sticks, weeds, whatever. Just throw it in a big pile out back and fire that mother up. As with any dangerous activity in Germany (I’m lookin’ at you, Schützenfest!), there is alcohol involved. The weather was still just cold enough that we felt a bottle of Glühwein was in order.
When we move into the new house (more on that enormous clusterfuck later), this might be the motivation I’ll need to do yard work. The more grass I cut, leaves I rake and bushes I trim, the bigger the next Easter fire will be.