White Frost
It did get serious last night for it to have put white frost on the roof tops.
This forenoon Dennis and I returned to the blue barn acre. It was our intent to start some small fires around the area of the Kudzu laden tree of all the debris we had raked together yesterday. I had quite a few empty paper towel rolls that Dennis stuffed with rags that were soaked in gas. As the fires took air, I continued raking and cutting off sucker vines of the Kudzu. All of these small vines will no longer get any nourishment from their roots.
Neither one of us felt the cool air as we continued feeding the fires. There was no wind to speak of. Dennis took me home at noon and he went back to make sure the three piles would eventually be piles of ashes. I do believe that we will need a chainsaw visit to cut off the large vine that has had way too much time to work its while. My six inch rake and the Harbor Freight lopper are no match to deal with that beast.
The two of us are settling in for the afternoon. I did take out out a bag of vegetable beef soup for supper.