Sometimes, walking around the farm and the farmhouse with Red, I think he and I are a small island of maleness in a seat of strong women.
Bedlam Farm is largely inhabited by strong women, which is perhaps one of the reasons it works so well and peacefully.
Everywhere you go here, there are strong women. Maria, Flo, Minnie, Lulu, and Fanny, Zelda, and Suzy and the Romneys, the White Hen.
I sometimes think this is a preview of the world to come, when the angry old white men are finally pushed into the sea, frothing and raging and lashing out as they go.
I happened about this peaceful scene on our front porch, Maria on a couch reading, Flo, the reigning queen of the farm, keeping watch.
I especially like the part about the angry old white men pushed into the sea. It brings back another great thought you shared about DC breaking off like an ice berg and being cast adrift. That visual lifted my spirits for a day or two. Keep it up, Jon, I think you’re on to something.