More archaeology behind the house. The winnowing body of a threshing machine lies on its side, discarded but not forgotten, in the woods on Owl Acres. At its most basic, the threshing machine is a wind box. It blows air upward though an agitated mass of plant materials: straw, chaff, and grain. The grain falls to the bottom and the lighter materials are carried up and away, to be blown into a straw stack on the ground. Moving arms called straw walkers, visible in the photo, work the stems toward the back where they’re blown out. The “shoe,” a shaking frame which carries the sieves, is also visible below the straw walkers. Barely visible through the tangle of brush is the drum-shaped blower housing, source of the wind that makes it all happen. The grain is collected at the bottom of the machine and fed into an elevator for loading to a wagon.

Labor Saver: Threshing Machine

Out in the woods on Owl Acres, along with several other pieces of once-valuable farm equipment, lies part of a threshing machine. The inhabitants of Owl Acres most likely used it to thresh oats which were then fed to the cattle and horses. The first step in harvesting the grain—oats or wheat or barley—was to […]

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Steel cut oats in a white glass dish shine in the afternoon sun. Cook ‘em. Yum.

Food for All: Oats

Just about my favorite breakfast is oatmeal. Steel-cut oats cooked on the stove with sorghum, raisins, black walnuts and maybe an apple mixed in. Add a pat of butter and a few sprinkles of salt for that little extra. I make up a batch on the weekend and then warm up servings throughout the week. […]

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Fraser Fir that drew the honor (misfortune?) of being our Christmas Tree this year, in its place in the living room. Tall and cone-shaped, it’s hung with baubles accumulated over years. The antique, incandescent lights connect today into the flow of yesterdays and tomorrows.

Christmas Tree: Fraser Fir

Author’s note: I’m taking an unusual step to anchor today’s post in a moment. A reader has offered a comment, which I heartily endorse. Here it is: “Jimmy was probably the only kind and good hearted politician in history… Have a good 2025. It will likely be an interesting year.” One year when I was […]

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The morning after an ice storm on Owl Acres. The trees are coated in glass, turned crystal by the rising sun. A ghost image of the barn is visible through the tangle of defoliated trees in the foreground.

It’s About Layers: Ice Storm

The world is covered in ice. Ice on the porch; ice on the railing; ice on the sidewalk; ice on the power lines. Ice-covered branches tick against each other, filling the soundscape with confetti. The wind chimes, usually authoritative in their announcement of wind from the southeast, are coated with ice. Instead of their bright, […]

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