I just made that up

 You know what they say: Red star in evening, the sailors be singing....OK, I just made that up to go with the picture.
But I can hear lonely sailors in port, slamming down Singapore Slings and making up bawdy songs about flowers...OK, I can't actually picture that either.
So let me start again.
I spent most of the day in our long-neglected yard. A mountain of debris from countless windstorms in the corner of the yard had become a part of the landscape.
When things become a part of the landscape, they are less likely to attract attention. Without attention, they tend to remain an eyesore with limbs jutting out which make it look like a woody porkypine. Then there's always the fear of losing pets and small children.
Every time I cut the grass, I cursed under my breath and said, "Dang, I need to burn that crap."
But burning a pile of dead wood that big is a commitment. It's not something you can run out and do before breakfast. It takes hours of raking piling, and watching.
Today I decided was the day. I started early and watched mesmerized as the pile burned down to embers.
This evening, after raking and piling the stubborn ends of limbs and stumps, I headed in for the evening.
As I approached the deck, I stopped short and took this picture of red blazing stars (hibiscus) beside the deck, and the words of this old bar song came rushing back:

A young maiden fair and dear
A blazin' star tucked in her bosom........

OK, I just made that up.