A big day here at Bedlam Farm: Maria’s belly indomitable belly dancing troupe is performing this evening at the Bennington Museum, two performances an hour apart. We’re going together; I’ve been tasked with taking a video.

Maria went to a rehearsal last night and says she’s in good shape to dance, with no exhaustion or joint aches. She is leaving Covid behind.

I’m making progress also, although I’m a bit behind her. I still can’t taste anything and need to rest in the afternoon. But my sleep apnea events have declined to almost nothing; my blood sugar has returned to normal; these are both signs of the virus receding.

I took two sets of photos this morning, one with the Iphone and one with the Leica 2. I’ll put them both up this morning; two lovely ways to look at flowers. The Leica shots are softer and quieter but just as beautiful. I haven’t missed a day of pictures.

(Above, a newborn baby Red Begonia)

They make great partners.

Complete Covid recovery, I’m told, can take anywhere from two weeks to several months to a year or so.  Aftereffects can go on forever. At this rate, I should be in good shape by next week at the latest. I’m taking it easy this weekend and resuming my regular work schedule next week.

The Mansion residents are having a blast at the county fair. I am very happy to hear it.

One group went yesterday; another is at the fair today. Thanks for making this possible for them. Beads, feathers, and metal objects are making their way to Sue Silverstein at Bishop Gibbons for her incredible art program. I’ll be there to see for myself next week, fortunately,

Fortunately, I can do much of my work at home, and I have no trouble writing and taking pictures.

In the morning, I feel pretty normal; the afternoons and evenings are a little more unpredictable.

This is a big night for Maria and the group, wonderful people who love dancing and consistently support one another. This is strong women at their best. I’m excited to be going, and I can always go and rest in the car if I wear out.

I went out to check on my flowers, and it’s mother and child day out there,, begonias and zinnias and sunflower babies popping up.

 

 

I call these sunflower photos mother and child. The small burst of yellow is a newborn sunflower, less than one day old. The existing flower seems to be watching over the baby.

 

 

Up close, the baby sunflower looks astonishing, unraveling right before my eyes.

 

 

The red flowers stand out; they soak up the sun and glow.

 

 

This one is exploding; Maria had to come out and pull me into breakfast. I was lost in the garden.