Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

28 June

Yarrow, Satan’s Plant (Or Maybe Achilles) Now Me. The Mythical Plant

by Jon Katz

I came across some Yarrow at the Bernard Farmer’s stand, and I was taken with the colors, knowing nothing about the rich history of Yarrow, spooky and strange.

I had never heard of Yarrow; Maria says she sees it out into the woods at times. It is said to be intrusive and harmful to gardens.

It’s nice for photographers, though;  the colors are rich and full of character, and the history is even better. Most flowers have histories, some mystical, and I’ve learned, which catches me every time.

There was a time when flowers were central to eating and often used as medicines, for prayer, and meditation. I can understand that, even now, they are calming and stirring.

Intriguing common names for yarrow included The Devil’s Nettle, Devil’s Plaything, and Bad Man’s Plaything. There is the old medieval superstition that Satan used to walk the streets at night and shake yarrow at the homes of those he wished to curse.

 

 

 

In Greek mythology, the herb Yarrow was considered so powerful it was believed to bestow immortality on those who bathed in its waters. According to legend, Achilles was one such hero, having been dipped in the Yarrow-laced water of the river Styx by his mother when he was a baby.

I have not heard these stories but went on Wikipedia to learn more. Bit by bit, I’m learning about flowers and their history.

From Wikipedia: Achillea millefolium, commonly known as yarrow or common yarrow, is a flowering plant in the family Asteraceae. Growing 3+12 feet tall, it is characterized by small whitish flowers, a tall stem of fernlike leaves, and a pungent odor.

 

 

The plant is native to temperate regions of the Northern Hemisphere. It has been introduced as a feed for livestock in New Zealand and Australia. Used by some animals, the plant may have somewhat toxic properties, although historically, it has been used for medicinal purposes.

I loved taking their picture.

28 June

Seeking Help For The Blog, And All It Does

by Jon Katz

One of the reasons I identify so closely with the people who seek help at the Food Pantry here is that I am experiencing what it is like to see the price of everything shooting up while the money in my bank account shrinks.

It’s a perpetual raise to keep one’s head above water. So, it’s time I asked for blog support.

I’m not alone regarding the cost of things, but I hate asking for money while trying to raise money for other things. It’s that time of the month, actually longer than that.

I don’t want to be a cause but a solution. Still, the truth is I depend on your blog support to keep it going. It’s the end of the month, and the bills keep coming. I gave up royalties and fat payment checks some years ago.

This isn’t charity to me, but the payback for the 24/7 work I do writing on the blog, sharing stories of the Mansion, refugee kids, and the food pantry, and taking those flower photos that seem to be getting increasingly popular.

We help a lot of people, and the blog is at the heart of it. It makes all the good work of the Army Of Good possible.

I have the right to want to be compensated for my work in whatever way is possible. The donkeys, sheep, and chickens (dogs and cats) must also eat. It took me a long time to do that; it was the right choice.

The blog and the photos will always be free, donations or not. People suggest I’m crazy for doing this, but it feels right and will remain my policy. My readers always seem to come through when they can, and thanks for that. The photos are a gift in return.

Donations are welcome but are also understandably slowing in the face of rising costs. Still, the blog can’t function without the support that has sustained it for some years. I thank the people who constantly think of me and help.

I intend to publish the blog, which is getting better all the time, to the end, which will not hopefully come for a while.

Photography is an expensive passion. I take pictures every day and intend to keep on doing so, and I will put up the ones I don’t post in the summer for the winter. I have had to scour for used lenses to improve my photographs, etc., and am hanging in there.

The farm itself has had some challenges this year—the rooftop, the septic, and now, the sills for the base of the barn. They are rotting, and we can’t afford to let that spread.

This isn’t just my story but everyone’s story.

I’m not complaining. I chose this life with Maria, and I love it. No one can predict things like inflation or climate change. I’m proud of the costs I have radically reduced. I know I can grow and survive. But I do need help. I am learning how to manage money well.

I am thrilled with my photos, but getting those cameras and lenses, taking those classes, and spending hours working on them is costly. I love them, but they are sure not easy. They are all free, and they will stay that way.

I don’t mark or copyright my photos; you can use them however you wish. I’m flattered that many people use them for still-life paintings.

But if you also enjoy the pictures and posts,  as my e-mail suggests, please think about helping.  You can help here via Paypal, [email protected] or Venmo, Jon Katz@Jon-Katz-13 or by mail, Jon Katz, Mansion Fund, P.O. Box 205, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816

On top of all that, the cost of the blog continues to rise, although slowly. We need more firewood for the winter. We’ve cut back the law by twice a month, etc.

We need to do some work on the

You all know the story. I don’t want to take any money away from hungry children and their families, but if you enjoy or appreciate my work, please consider contributing to the blog.

You can do this in several ways: monthly, annually, in single donations of any size via PayPal, [email protected] or Venmo, Jon Katz@Jon-Katz-13. Small and large donations are welcome and would be helpful. You can read about it on the Blog Support Page.

You can also send checks to Jon Katz, Blog Support, P.O. Box 205, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816.

These are challenging times for everyone, and I appreciate that. If you can help, I would be grateful; if not, I understand. The blog is getting stronger and closer to my vision of it – a safe and calm place with pictures that all tell a story.

And now there’s Zip, a photogenic cat of our town.

My photography has added a new and exciting element to the blog; I work on it daily and approve it constantly. Thanks for supporting me. We are doing some real good, a valuable thing in our country.

28 June

Beautiful Morning At Bedlam Farm. Cat, Sheep, A Rabbit, Love And Beauty

by Jon Katz

The morning was full of life and beauty. I’m excited to get up earlier to go out with  Maria (yes, in my bathrobe) to catch the morning sun. I can catch a lot more as well. Come along, take a look at the beauty at Bedlam Farm. More later.

Zip ought to go to Hollywood. He knows how to pose. He has used his charm to win over Fanny, the two check in with one another every morning.

Asher and Issachar, friends from birth.

 

Morning sun on my garden bed, the Tin Man is watching.

Constance in the barn.

Maria has even charmed Asher; he loves to get his back scratched.

Garden bed light.

 

We left some old cherries for the sheep; a rabbit snuck out this morning to join the feast. Every day is a wonder here.

A Robin came to sit with me yesterday; I’m getting better at getting a photograph.  She’s building a nest in one of the Lilac trees. (Maria thinks this is a baby robin.)

28 June

One Man’s Truth: Biden’s Final And Miraculous Gift To The Republic

by Jon Katz

Once again, our national media, which was once a reliable source of information, is now shrieking about an apocalypse following last night’s debate.

I have something different to say.  Last night was a failure, not a disaster. It may well have been the best thing to happen in our Democracy since Abraham Lincoln.

I was saddened, then relieved. The debate was an almost miraculous gift to anyone who believes in America as one united country, a light unto the world, and a glorious democracy,  our heritage, and hope.

I don’t believe we lost an election; we may have just gotten it back. The debate could well be a new beginning.

And it’s not just up to a few people to work it out; it’s now up to every one of us, united in action, to shape this new beginning.

To believe in something and fight for it.

I was never comfortable with Joe Biden’s decision to seek a second term in office, and neither were many of the people who treasure our Republic, as I do, for all its flaws.

This morning, the news was full of the now standard hysteria when discussing Biden’s awful disintegration on national television.

Biden is a good person with a good heart. He seemed to genuinely care about people and wish to do good for them. His intentions were noble, and that’s something to be admired.

How sad he couldn’t see the truth about himself and step away. He was losing ground rapidly in his own party. Even the people who love him aren’t happy that he’s running.

I will soon be 77 years old, and the key to aging gracefully is to accept what you can’t do and relish what you can do.

There are some things I can no longer do, but there are many things I can still do and do well. I love publishing this blog and taking photos, and I love my wife and life.

I can’t be president for sure; neither can Joe Biden. If the system fails, it will be because it can’t promise a more worthy candidate on either side. We are given the chance to remedy that.

The  Republicans are stuck with their nightmare; ours is doomed.

I’m not here to argue the merits of Biden’s presidency or the dangers of Trump’s.

I don’t argue politics and am happy to rarely write politics.

Biden has lost sight of where he is in life and can’t accept the truth. That is the most important thing to know as I age —I need to face where I am.

Over the next few days, I believe he will face that; I doubt he will have a choice. He seems to care about democracy, and I doubt he will want to be blamed for damaging it, perhaps critically.

As a former political writer, I saw last night that Biden has given the country a tremendous gift by showing the world that he is not able either to lead or to be President and must step away or risk getting pushed away, which is almost certain to happen now.

I didn’t watch the debate, but when I saw the headlines this morning, I  went back to see most of it.  It was heart-sinking and discouraging.

President Biden, a good human being,  was, in fact, a disaster, but Donald Trump hardly has much to crow about. His pathological lying was never more apparent; neither was his ducking almost every critical question he was asked.

There are only questions about this man, no answers. That is his Achilles heel. The worst that could have happened to his awful and vengeful campaign is a better candidate to face.

Red or Blue, we are all eager for something better than this. That is one thing that unites us.

I’m not sure I have ever heard Donald Trump say something genuine, honest, or authentic. Christianity is bigger and more significant than Trump’s lies; true Christians will see through him. Beyond that, I believe in our system. Our founding fathers were brilliant. Being honest in their faith and values, they could not conceive of a Donald Trump or think to protect us from him.

Trump is not going to get back in the White House either. Last night, he only looked good compared to Biden’s inability to acknowledge his age or hide its relentless progress. Biden was helpless to stop him.

A younger, more vital Presidential candidate would have eaten Trump alive. He is a dreadful candidate, drowning in a sea of lies, incompetent and selfish, and a giant target for any functioning politician.

In a different but noticeable way, Trump can’t be a functioning President, as he showed last night. As a nation, we deserve better choices than this and are about to get one. Biden has mumbled us into a way, while there is plenty of time to change.

For long minutes in a precious debate, these two old men crowed and argued about who was the better golfer. It was hard to believe what I was hearing. A tree trunk would do better than that.

When I saw the clips, I have to be honest. I was relieved.

Biden can’t stay in the campaign after a chilling and heartbreaking performance like that. He deserves a better and more dignified goodbye, and so do we. Trump deserves a lot more, and it’s on the way, however long it takes.

The ball is now entirely in the hands of the Democratic Party and the Democratic electorate. As I’ve written and as the Republicans have been proving again and again, politics is a transactional, not a moral culture.

Politicians always choose whoever they think will win. They abandon anyone who doesn’t. It is most often just that simple.

The Democrats have plenty of time to think about a candidate and support a younger, more vital, and articulate person, perhaps one who has ideas to unite the country and the moral strength to expose Trump as the liar and sociopath we know him to be, if only by example.

Marjorie Taylor Greene has been comparing Trump to Jesus lately; she better pray that Jesus doesn’t rise again to turn her into a bumble bee.

If the Democrats are honest about wishing to preserve our democracy, let them do it. They just got the chance handed back to them.

The Democratic Party has a dozen attractive, young, and experienced people in Congress and State houses nationwide to take on Trump, work to unite the government rather than divide it further, and become the next President.

Just think of a candidate from anywhere, but Washington who has accurate and credible ideas for helping America and Americans be a stronger nation that solves and addresses problems rather than argues about them.

That would be the most exciting political and historical event in my lifetime. Even our constipated media would relish that turn and move away from its dreary campaign coverage.

It’s a great chance to prove that Democracy may not be the perfect system, but it is better than any other option. A strong and victorious Democratic candidate would shine in history forever and bring the change we all yearn for.

With Biden going, many of his liabilities would go with him. A new candidate can’t be blamed for inflation, the crises in the Middle East,  the pandemic, vaccines, or the malaise and confusion surrounding a weak and invisible leader. The party would have a new and cleaner platform to present.

A different candidate could also reunite their party, slowly moving away from Biden and his failed ability to articulate a vision for the country or much of anything else.

This is good news for our democracy; this is no time to panic.

Our country has withstood challenge after challenge for centuries now. Donald Trump is not going to be the one to shatter this incredible history.

It will be exciting and stirring to see it survive this one as well, and Biden’s devastating failure last night may be historic afterward.

Just think of the excitement and change, which will be days or weeks away if a strong new candidate is chosen.

I believe in truth and honesty; Donald Trump loathes them both. His only vision of America is to tear it apart  and to punish the people who challenge him.

Joe Biden has given Democrats an extraordinary reprieve. They have become squishy, soft, lazy, and confused, and it’s no wonder many of their followers are abandoning them.

It’s not a time for “yes, but” or “I hope.” It’s a time for faith. I believe in democracy; it has always prevailed when threatened and will prevail again.

More than anything, Democracy yearns to be believed in and fought for. That is its history, strength, legacy, and promise.

That’s the real challenge.

28 June

Notes From The Art Room, Number 9, By Sue Silverstein

by Jon Katz
Note: Sue Silverstein is the art teacher at Bishop Gibbons High School in Schenectady, New York. She writes a weekly column here about her students’ extraordinary work in their unique classes. She will be here every Friday, and it is a blessing to know her and read about her work here. Her program is remarkable and a powerful answer to whether our schools should teach art instead of leaving the kids to TikTok or Instagram to find outlets for their creativity. – Jon
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 Notes from the Art Room 9
Yesterday was the last faculty meeting of the school year. There is always this sense of “I did this!” at the end of the year. The funny thing was that the meeting was packed with exciting new plans and ideas for next year. The summer months go fast, and we will work to get ready to be even better next year!
 There are a couple of exciting new classes for the art program in the development stages. I will keep you posted this summer! 3D Design and Sculpture will grow to add a set design component. The annual musical returned to NDBG last year after a COVID break. What a joyful thing! So many ideas! If anyone loves to make costumes or has set design experience, please feel free to email me with suggestions and ideas. It’s too early to release the musical, but it is a fun show!
I am looking forward to creating fantastic scenery with the students.
The Photography and Media Arts course will also take on a fresh look, inspired by many of the art room’s creations this year. The class will now be The Art and Photography of Food. Such fun! We will study advertising photography and also add a cooking and decorating component. Students will learn about food preparation and presentation. We will also do some cake decorating and hold a community service event that I used to do at BMHS.
We plan to hold a Cupcake Wars competition and a community bake sale once a year. All proceeds will be donated to fight hunger in our world. We would very much appreciate anyone with specialty cake-decorating equipment who wants to find a new home. It is going to be a busy year!
Beth and Rich Jones and Patricia Graham’s mom, Patricia Graham, from Vermont, have offered to drive to NDBG next month to bring a wonderful donation of jewelry supplies from Patricia! Patricia recently moved and generously provided to rehome her supplies with us! Thank you so much to all of you!
The painting is by 10th-grade Tolu, Folasade’s younger sister. She completed her first year of college with help from the Army of Good members!
There are a couple of big flea markets this weekend, and I will be there for sure! I always look for wood, wood scraps, hot glue sticks and glue guns, window shades and shutters, Chinese cups, and glassware, paint, canvas, jewelry, and anything else you think would make something beautiful. I appreciate the notes and emails; they make me smile daily!
Most of all, I appreciate all of you!
Have a blessed week.
Sue
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 ND-BG
2600 Albany Street
 Schenectady, New York 1234
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