Sunday, February 13, 2011

One man's junk is another man's treasure

During the winter months, we make a point of going to at least one of the monthly farm auctions in Inola. Our reasoning is that there will be less compitition in the cold, winter months. I'm always excited to go, even if it is bitter cold out. We get there before the auction starts to scope out all the goods and decide what we want to bid on. Several auctioneers begin at once, and when necessary, we divide up so we can both bid on things simultaneously.

Regardless of how excited I am at the start, after a few hours of being there, I hit the wall. All the metal goods start looking the same, and I can't even pretend to get excited about the finds Johnny is unearthing. Even the people watching has run it's course for me, and that's saying something.
So, imagine my surprise when Johnny points out the hand corn grinder! Yes, ladies and gentleman, I'm placing an exclaimation point after the words "corn grinder". You see, we grew a bit of Hopi Blue field corn this year. We were given a hand sheller, and after drying the corn, we shelled it and put it up in jars in our kitchen. And while it looks beautiful, we haven't been able to eat the dang stuff! Until now!!!

I can't discern a leg trap from a grain mill, but thankfully, Johnny can (where he gets this knowledge I'll never know). So, without further ado - behold...



Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Third Annual Cow Pucky Slalom

And this was in just the few inches of snow we had about a month ago. We've since had two snows of over 12" each!


Monday, November 1, 2010

The good, the bad, and the ugly

The Good: A barn full of the year's wood by Halloween!

Johnny, worried about a flare-up from Bob (his inguinal hernia), got busy and cut-wood like a mad-man. I have a hankering for many things, but having a go at the chainsaw is not one of them.

The bad: our first frost. We said good-by to our last remaining squash plant, basil, tomatoes, and bell peppers; the later two we salvaged fruit from. Fortunately, our broccoli plants are finally starting to produce, and the kale is thriving once again.






The ugly: a ball bearing dealt a near-fatal blow to Babe, our trusty blue tractor. The sinister little steel ball ricocheted throughout the transmission, tearing up one gear after another. Fortunately (da da-da da) Perry and Jessie James came to the rescue. Allow me to make a plug for our friends and stellar diesel mechanic team. Despite thier know-how, speed, and impressive resourcefulness, the price of owning an ancient imported tractor has suddenly made itself known to us. We are acquiring used parts from all over this country AND Canada. May I suggest the fine line of British import salvage as a side buisiness...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Roy's Stage Line







I ran into Roy a few weeks back on the way to town. I was so taken with his get-up, that I stopped to talk with him. I was intrigued, and invited him to stop by our place if he was ever in the area. Well, yesterday he blessed us with a visit. Roy has been living on the road in his horse-drawn wagon for about 6 years now. He's looking for a female companion....


He's super-nice and shared a wonderful view of humanity that has been nothing but hospitable and kind during his travels.


It's crazy to think that horse-travel is so do-able today. And it's equally crazy to think that it is so unusual just, what, 100 or so years out of nothing-but horse travel.


Go Roy!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Tarantulas


Tarantulas - by Calvin White
Tarantulas are very large spiders. North American ones have a leg span of five and seven eighths inches. They make a silk covering over thier burrows, but they do not make webs. They are nocturnal. North American tarantulas are not poisonous. It eats insects, lizards, and small animals. The tarantula hawk is a wasp that eats tarantulas. Other predators are birds, mammals, reptiles, and amphibians. The males die just after mating, but the females live up to 35 years.

We saw one when we came to visit NE Oklahoma this time two years ago, and we're seeing them on the roads a lot right now, but hadn't seen any for the nearly two years in between. I wonder what they are up to.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Poverty

I just heard on NPR that one in seven US adults lives in poverty, and for kids the figure is even higher: 1/6! Which begs the question: what is poverty? If it is so common, is the word or the definition meaningless, much like obesity.

It used to be that when a person was referred to as obese, one imagined a several hundred pound person who has difficulty ambulating. Then we learned that so many of us are obese. A 5'4" person weighing just 180 pounds is considered obese. Maybe we need a new word for our old concept. And maybe this is also true for poverty.

When I think of poverty, I think of someone who is hungry sometimes. Really hungry. And who owns only a few items of clothes. This person probably can't afford to heat their home sufficiently in the winter. And they certainly don't warrant the increase in workers for the holiday season, since they don't have superfluous funds for gifts.

If poverty is so common, and on the rise, who are all the people populating the steady stream flowing out of Wal-mart with buggies packed to the brim?

In the United States, poverty is defined by household income (and household size). Period. No matter where you live and the cost of living. For a family of 3, it is $18,310. It goes up to $22,000 for a family of four.

We live below the poverty level, and while we are just one voice, I want to assure you that all is good at poverty-stricken Barefoot Farm. We all ate today - three squares. We had beans and potatoes (grown on the farm) for dinner. Sometimes we eat like kings and queens, enjoying exotic things like grapes and orange juice (in February).

Maybe you're thinking we aren't the norm, living without airconditioning (when it's still in the 90s in September), and driving beater cars that cost maybe $1000. What about those other folks in poverty who want decent cars and airconditioning? And a blackberry. And satellite TV. On a flat screen. And new clothes, not new-to-you clothes. And all those other normal everyday things.

The poverty level might be meaningful, say, in Boston where rent is at least triple what it is here. But in Oklahoma, one can live comfortably. Maybe our standards of comfort are off. In this time of obviously finite resources, why do we expect so much? A roof, heat, health, food, and we're good. Yet our government offers assistance to those in povery, and above it. If one's household income is 185% of the poverty level (over 33,000 for a family my size!), s/he qualifies for a lot of free financial help with food, electricity, phone, and more. So now poverty is nearly twice the povery level?

If we weren't taught to want so much, maybe we'd feel grateful for all we have, rather than slighted and disgruntled. By world standards, US poverty looks really good.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Homeschooling




Johnny has started working on archery with Calvin. He's already better than I am at hitting a target, of course. And this Friday we are going to the Sam Noble Museum of Natural History in Oklahoma City (3 hours away) with Jessie James, Perry, and her kids Rainy & Venus. We met the curator of vertebrate palentology at the Ozark Tracking School, and he's taking us on a behind-the-scenes tour of his archives. Yippie - thanks Nick!