Midsummer's Eve & Threshing Rye

I love the glowing tips of rye lit by the setting sun. The stalks are in shadow while the seed heads shimmer. Our landlord planted the rye as a cover crop to prevent erosion over winter, with no intentions to harvest it. Jon cut down about 10 square feet of it and experimented threshing by beating the rye on a sheet spread across the front walk. Even though  kernels (is that what the seeds are called?) flew willy-nilly all over the yard, after separating the rye that stayed on the sheet from the chaff he collected about a pound of kernels. Next experiment, grinding the sun toasted kernels into flour.