Climate change can be beautiful in the sky but expensive on the ground. Yesterday, I ordered a Vellgoo de-humidifier for $249 to deal with the moisture pooling up in the basement because of all the heavy rains. Maria does the installation; I do the research and ordering.

I’m learning to be a whiz at researching expensive things like solar panels, roofs,  generators,  de-humidifiers, and compost toilets. It’s tough on the bank account but good for the farmhouse and the world. One of the Amazon lessons I’ve learned is never to buy the cheapest or the most expensive. I stay in the middle.

Republican Presidential candidates may think climate change is a hoax; they should check out our new roof and very wet basement. It needs urgent attention.

The answer is almost always in the middle, and the Amazon reviews are much better than they used to be; they can be surprisingly helpful if you read many of them all the way through. The first reviews are almost always shills or people whining about the packaging. Some people just want to help and you can tell which is which after some time.

Our humidifier is supposed to be one of the best for damp basements, a growing problem due to flooding nationwide. The ground is so saturated here that the water in the basement is coming up ot of the land; we have a dirt cellar.

We like to think we can keep up, but the Bible suggests otherwise. God is ticked off. A minister friend tells me God is angry at humans for pulling his beautiful creation, the earth. The Jewish Kabbalah says God will destroy the earth of the people he created won’t take care of it. Hmmmm.

The humidifier comes with a long hose, and we are getting a big bucket for the water so we don’t have to go down and haul water out every six or eight hours. This isn’t something I can do any longer; it would fall on Maria, so we are working on getting a bigger tank. Once the de-humidifier starts, the moisture level will drop, and we won’t have to drain it several times daily.

We’ve covered the basement floors with heavy plastic sheeting to keep the water from coming up. We intend to be mold-free.

I’m on a creative high today, with many ideas and energy. Today, I’m ordering two new tablecloths for the resident’s dining room, one for Fall and one for Halloween. Thanks for your contributions. I’ll get these two now the rest in the Fall. And I had to go out and capture some color. It’s fuel for me now.

I’m on a color trip; my flowers are getting to me and demanding recognition. They tell me they are doing their part by growing; now, I need to do my part by taking excellent photographs. It’s a deal. Come and See, brighten your day.

I’m also beginning daily walks up and down the road to start. It still hurts my leg muscles are stiff from lack of walking, but in my new braces, it’s getting better every day.

The soul of a flower, as close as I can get, and not close enough for me.

I’m in love with this particular flower, the color, the dignity, the drama.

I love donkey/photo photos; they capture the true spirit of Bedlam Farm.

The Tin Man has found a home; he is art himself, a compelling flower and spirit

The Dahlia’s seem to celebrate life.

Chicken Art is a new thing that I like very much. There is a dignity and a sorrow to these creturess.