I declared war on the burdock population today. It was touch and go for a while. They attacked ferociously and without mercy...attaching themsleved to my shoe laces and jacket. They particularily liked my wrists. A couple of brave ones jumped onto my head, and I had to (insert touchingly sad music) sacrifice a small lock of hair.
I perservered, though and managed to round them all up. They were thrown into the pile and I got ready to dispose of them, once and for all. I lit the match and...nothing. Hmmm. Back over to the house to get newspaper, and attempt to light the fire again.
It starts this time, but the fire stays small, only burning in this one area. I start clipping and adding dead-fall branches to the fire, trying to build it up without success. Just as I was about to give up and resigned myself to feeding the fire for the rest of the afternoon...Whoosh!
It finally caught and the burdocks are now ashes. It worked out well though, as the branches made a nice hot fire, so we roasted hotdogs over it for lunch. Yum!