While I was out shooting rainbows on one side of the driveway, there were stumps burning on the other side.
It was like viewing a window into the heavens on the one side, with a contrasting view of the diabolical on the other. The roots and fire look like the horns of a Balrog rising from the ashes.
We baked some potatoes in the coals. They were lovely.
Barney, savoring his victory over the stubborn stumps.