Those prunings which might be mulched and composted are piled and burnt. A winter ritual avoiding bushfires, snakes and heat. Fire is swift, decisive but brimming with CO2. Would you lend your walnut harvester to a neighbour whose semimulched prunings jiggered his chain when he might have had a bonfire?
Bonfires bring company with food and drink. The flames dispel half your chill. The stories , the rest – what about the bloke who used his front end loader to heap the fire till he ran out of fuel.
Getting home after, with all chairs, tables, plates, bottles and rugs about; means deciding what may be left to the dew and what needs to go. Befuddled decisions taken at night are revealed in morning light.