11.25.2010

No. 19: WILD TURKEY TIME

Fitting on this cold and blustery Thursday afternoon — and Thanksgiving Day for our neighbours to the South — that a rafter (had to look that one up) of wild turkeys, 25 or so, decided to take a stroll through our backyard. But, on closer inspection I think these guys are young turkey vultures. 



11.21.2010

No. 18: LIVIN’ ROOM DETAILS

Since leaving the big city behind almost a year ago our old farmhouse has been in a pretty constant state of renovation. And the dust and noise and fumes continue on. The only room that didn’t (or doesn’t) require pretty extensive reno was the living room. With the exception of a popcorn ceiling that we replaced the original details of this room are still pretty much intact. Its original oak wainscotting was beautifully preserved. Even the old damask wallpaper was in excellent condition. When we moved in every single room in the house was coated in wallpaper, some very nice, some very very bad. All of it had to go. All but the classic raised blue. It wasn’t going anywhere. Here are a few details from the farm livin’ room.
 





11.18.2010

No. 17: EVENING HYMNS

Last night I checked out Jonas Bonnetta and his ever evolving musical experience Evening Hymns in Peterborough. His unique style of indie/rural/experimental art-folk (how’s that for a label) was perfectly suited to the venue, The Cannery, a downtown gallery/performance space/art supply store. The band hit the sort-of stage around midnight by which time Bonnetta admitted to be feeling the effects of a fun day but it only enhanced the, as Jonas put it “unserious” tone of the show. Not since The Band’s Whispering Pines has the quietude and haunting isolation of the north/east been harnessed with such serene fervor. And Jonas knows of what he sings. He grew up in the small Ontario town of Orono. He spent time in Peterborough and now calls the Toronto west end neighbourhood of Parkdale home.

If you're not familiar with Evening Hymns have a listen here.





11.12.2010

No. 16: WALL EXCAVATION

This was originally a post on my sister blog Cover Love Et Cetera back in february but ever since I fired up Small Town Boy it really belongs over here. This is a wall I uncovered during a demolition preparing what is now our den/reading room at the new (actually quite old) farmhouse. I decided to preserve the wall in its state of disrepair as an homage to the history of the house and the folks who lived in it over the last century.

11.06.2010

No. 14: FARM AUCTION

I spent the first Saturday morning of November, a sunny and cold one, amongst the (mostly) good ol' boys, the salt of the earth, at a farm auction just outside of Bobcaygeon, Ontario.



The big-ticket items were of course tractors, tillers, thrashers and a variety of other farm machinery both reasonably modern and vintage. Also included in the auction was a smattering of old farm and household items from which I picked an antique seed spreader, a vintage barn heat lamp that I'll refit to work as a light, an old tin flour sifter and a little blue Edgeworth tobacco tin.


Even the mare (the auctioneer said she was a filly but I haven't seen many fillies that are going grey) was on the block. I wish I could have taken her home.


This old Ford went for $1,500. What a steal!


Nothing like topping off a nice morning with a slice of homemade pie. I went for the peach. It did not disappoint.