At the risk of making myself look foolish I'm going to tell you all this story in the hope that someone might avoid the same mistake.
For the last two years I've been dumping my metal ash bucket into my compost bin. The bin is always moist and the bucket cool. A few weeks ago I shoveled out the coals one evening and put the full bucket outside the back door. A couple hours later I dumped it in the compost and noticed a couple of red embers. No big deal, we just had some rain and pile was damp. The next morning there was no sign of trouble. At noon, when my wife left, no problem. When I got home at 4pm my forest was on fire, a ground fire in the leaves. The compost bin was ash and the tree next to it had a scorch mark almost ten feet high. Fortunately the wind blew it away from my house and workshop (only 10 feet away) and when I got home it had worked its way around to the other side of my house and was just about to get up under the deck. Lucky again I had a hose handy and my boys called 911 so the house was safe and the local fire crews plus my neighbors came and cleared a fire line to contain the burning leaves.
I now have a metal trash can outside, away from anything flammable, to store my ash in for the whole season. In retrospect what I did was an 11 on the stupid scale and I'm damned lucky the wind blew the right way that afternoon.
Let my idiocy be your warning.
For the last two years I've been dumping my metal ash bucket into my compost bin. The bin is always moist and the bucket cool. A few weeks ago I shoveled out the coals one evening and put the full bucket outside the back door. A couple hours later I dumped it in the compost and noticed a couple of red embers. No big deal, we just had some rain and pile was damp. The next morning there was no sign of trouble. At noon, when my wife left, no problem. When I got home at 4pm my forest was on fire, a ground fire in the leaves. The compost bin was ash and the tree next to it had a scorch mark almost ten feet high. Fortunately the wind blew it away from my house and workshop (only 10 feet away) and when I got home it had worked its way around to the other side of my house and was just about to get up under the deck. Lucky again I had a hose handy and my boys called 911 so the house was safe and the local fire crews plus my neighbors came and cleared a fire line to contain the burning leaves.
I now have a metal trash can outside, away from anything flammable, to store my ash in for the whole season. In retrospect what I did was an 11 on the stupid scale and I'm damned lucky the wind blew the right way that afternoon.
Let my idiocy be your warning.