Thursday, May 3, 2012

Winnowing Fan

 
       If hell is defined as extinction, then Mathew 3 may well be an annunciation of the Darwinian impasse an increasingly vocal and very unpleasant minority appear to have resigned themselves to.  Of the many translations my own preference is the "winnowing fan," because it defines mindlessness, so perfectly, and I believe I too could use one.  The Wheat Grower then burns the chaff in a fire that cannot be extinguished. Which, I am informed by the commentators, means the chaff is utterly consumed. And I am told, that Ancient Wheat produced a great deal more chaff than do newer incarnations of Wheat, which in and of itself could be a metaphor for something very creepy.
    Identifying the chaff from Spelt in ancient settlements, is how the more professional minded have mapped Spelt's history down through the ages all the way to the raised bed that some Spelt now shares with Kamut. And this persuades me that not all Ancient Wheat Growers burned their chaff with the thoroughness Mathew expected from them.  And I have also heard the argument that chaff is good for soil, which suggests to me that Wheat with less and less chaff is perhaps an increasingly short sighted, or self centered Wheat.

       Kamut, the so called Ancient Egyptian Wheat, was apparently a grain, secretly removed from the tomb of a Pharaoh.  Somehow it found it's way to a Spanish port town where it was sold by a Job Creator to a Job Creator.  A person can now buy it as a whole grain from the Nut Eaters Shop, take it home, boil it up and feel good about themselves because land owners in Montana believe they are growing a Wheat that might once have danced upon the banks of the Nile, where it might have struggled with rusts and plagues of both frogs and probably some kind of an Egyptian Field Mouse as well as other strangeness. 

      But it's more interesting to look at the two kinds of Wheat, out there in the same raised bed. The Egyptian Wheat has a most flamboyant ear, but the plant itself has been made to sulk by something, and since the rain on Tuesday, I am coming to the conclusion that it's not that fond of a wet head. Which maybe imagination on my part because I know that in Egypt all water comes from the River Nile. They get a rain shower about once a year, if they are lucky.  Spelt on the other hand, might indeed be more accustomed to taking its water from a straight-line wind, black clouds and lightning.  And it'll be even more interesting to see what might happen when the pox of  high heat and higher humidity moves up from the south.


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