What Doing A Slow Burn Really Means: In Nature, Not Politics

“I’m feeling the burn,” I muttered to myself as embers alighted on my shoulder and then briefly scorched my hair. I was not exercising nor was I watching Bernie Sanders. I was burning buckthorn, an invasive shrub that had infiltrated our local forest preserve.

My fire was surprisingly intense, radiating infrared heat that you could only feel if you got t…