This is a Christmas wreath; dried and brittle. My family has started a tradition of sorts where, on my sister’s birthday, we have our first bonfire of the spring. The main event of this is the incineration of the previous Christmas’s swag, namely the dried out wreath and tree. Both gone in mere seconds. The most impressive is when we can get the tree standing upright. Flames and go 20 feet into the air. This year the wreath was what impressed me with the fireball seen above. I still have my tree to burn and am trying to find an excuse to do so.
The New Normal 