Extreme weather is affecting so much of the country it seems shallow and selfish to  complain about it. Here at Bedlam Farm, it seems the farmhouse is gradually being enveloped in snow. I got our new roof rake out and got as much of the snow off of the roof as I could. Maria and I have shoveled paths from the driveway to the farmhouse and then to the pasture. Looking at the snow, I am thinking ahead to the first Bedlam Farm Open House, it will be held on June 27th and 28th here at Bedlam Farm.

There will be no Simon or Lenore here to greet people, alas, but plenty of other stuff to do and see. This Open House, the first of two (the second will be held over Columbus Day Weekend, will focus on art and also poetry, at least five poets will be reading from their work over the weekend. I will be sheep-herding with Red and Maria will be holed up in her studio selling classy stuff that is cheap.

Today was a balmy 25 degrees, tomorrow night calls for temperatures near – 30. Our firewood is running low – I have put out a call for more from Greg Burch, we will have two wood stoves going and we will need the furnace to keep the house warm. No more busted pipes in our plans for the week.

All we can do for the donkeys and sheep is grain them, give them lots of warm water and fresh hay and make sure they have dry ground to stand on and shelter from the wind. I went shopping Tuesday and we have food and fresh fruit. I’ve even got a menu planned for the next few days. This weekend, Maria is going to visit Blue-Star Equiculture, a work horse rescue farm and organic center. She will be gone for several days and I will miss her, we are not often apart for long. That is quite often a healthy thing to do, but it will still be strange without her, I hope to focus on my book – delayed by all my prattling on about the carriage horses.

Maybe I’ll catch a movie. Spring does have to come eventually.