Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

28 April

Casey Face: Dreams Do Come True

by Jon Katz

Two years ago, Casey bought an old and descript horse trailer in Vermont and brought it back to New York. She has spent those two years repairing, fixing, and painting it with the help of Dan Rogers, a gifted craftsman. She’s worked hard planning the next step in her ambition to make good food for people.

I helped paint it one morning but was fired for incompetence at painting. No surprise there. I’m fond of Casey; she works hard and is one of those dreamers who doesn’t quit. She is intelligent, creative and determined.

Today marked a significant milestone in Casey’s entrepreneurial journey. She unveiled the newly renovated horse trailer at the Farmer’s Market, and to her delight, the response was overwhelming.

The line was long throughout the day, a testament to the quality of her offerings and the anticipation surrounding her future plans.

This dream would have been good enough for many people, but not for Casey.

She has plans for the wagon but even bigger dreams. She just signed a lease with Hubbard Hall, our arts and theater center, and will occupy the space inside that was a Round House Cafe Restaurant until the pandemic shut it down.

Casey’s dream goes beyond the confines of a horse trailer. It turns out that is just a first step.

She envisions a charming cafe reminiscent of old country stores tucked in the heart of our community. The space, now occupied by the Round House Cafe Restaurant, has lots of excellent and fresh food. She’s working with farmers and coffee makers.

Her planned menus will include morning coffee, teas, donuts, lunch sandwiches, and maybe even a wine bar at night.

I’m eager to get hot chocolate, coffee, and muffins there, so I’ll stop for lunch. Casey is planning to open sometime in June. As the dream gets more extensive and more ambitious, so does Casey. It’s wonderful to see dreams come true. She has no illusions about the challenges of starting a small business in a small town.

If anyone can do it, she can.

28 April

Zip Photo Of The Day

by Jon Katz

Sometimes, Zip would make a great Hollywood dog; he always finds a way to be almost any picture or activity. He seems to know where the camera is and plays to it. I’m sure I’m anthropomorphizing here.

Maria and I were gardening this afternoon and hauling the wheelbarrow around. She noticed before I did that Zip was suddenly in it, with a dog and donkey in the background. It might be time to get him an agent. There isn’t a day when we can’t get a great photo of Zip. I have to believe he knows what he is doing.

28 April

Springs Sweet Kisses. Thoughts On An Octopus Documentary

by Jon Katz

We fell in love with Spring this morning: the green pastures, the warm temperatures, the flowers blooming, the farmer’s market, sitting in the sun, reading a book, digging some holes, watering some plants, and feeling much love.

There isn’t much to say about spring that hasn’t been said, but I need to feel it. I planted some things in my garden bed this morning. It’s too lovely, but I’ll watch on the weather and cover them with a blanket when the night-time temperature falls below 42. Impatience is my enemy.

I watched the octopus documentary on Hulu last night with Maria.

We enjoyed it very much…but there were buts.

It was beautiful and fascinating, but I didn’t love it as much as I expected to. There was too much drama, commercial hype, and image manipulation It was too slick for me.

The music was inappropriate and trivialized the filming and the message;  the scientists all looked like Olympic athletes and movie stars. The images were enough and didn’t need musical reinforcement. I had a whiff of the same emotionalizing researchers and animal lovers put on dogs, turning them into humans and brilliant children.

They made some fantastic claims about octopuses, and some of the clips were remarkable, but they went over the top regarding objective evidence. No researcher ever lost money or a grant by discovering that animals aren’t just humans in different bodies and think like us.

The media is always happy to help.

Watching the news, I am beginning to understand that almost all the animals left in the world are more intelligent than us; they don’t destroy their environments.

The claims were there, but the proof was thin for me.

The best biologists try to draw a line between instinct and human-like intelligence. It often looks the same. And people -especially T V people -love to accept what they claim they are finding for the first time in history. They played the same scary shark clips about a dozen times.

There were a few epic conclusions, but they didn’t fill in the blanks. They will make a ton of money. No one is making a documentary on raccoons, who are also wicked smart.

I love everything about octopuses; they are brilliant and remarkable creatures,  but I don’t yet accept that they think just like us or have our cognitive skills.

Neither do dogs, despite their grotesque emotionalizing.

What they actually do is enough to amaze me; we don’t need to make them superhuman or geniuses.

It’s just not been proven, and it wasn’t last night, at least not to me. Actual research can make the point without chintzy elevator music. That’s why commercial research and corporate producers do.

I know this is unpopular, but  I was entertained, not blown away.

I’d rather watch their incredible shape-shifting and survival skills without all the gushing and somewhat unproven assertions. I know many people loved it.

Like dogs, octopuses are being anthropomorphized, but no matter how much we want to turn them into our sons and daughters, they aren’t.

They are not just like us. Many octopuses find ways to save themselves from predators, but many don’t. We have yet to hear much about that.

If the octopuses were this brilliant, they might figure out how to live longer without being eaten so frequently by much dumber fish.

I speak only for myself, but I am often at odds with much of the world.  Your opinion is just as good as mine.


The blossoms on the apple tree are blooming.

Maria started work on her garden. I love seeing how happy she is out there.

Zip loves the cold much more than the heat. As often happens, the animal rights police got it backward. We should put a fan in the barn rather than a cat-heated house. He has no problems with cold or snow in the winter, but he likes to stay out of the sun. That black coat sucks up the heat. And no, the house would not be cooler in the summer.

27 April

Flower Art In White And Yellow: Signing Off To See A Documentary On Octopuses. Tonight The Stars Are Mostly Dahlias

by Jon Katz

I read for much of the morning. Maria helpled me to clean out some of the crowded electronics in my office shelves. It’s a lod less crowded in here. Then we went for a walk down Main Street in our small town, I took some nice photos and saw some friends.

I’ll post about it tomorrow. Tonight, we’re  watching part one of “Secrets Of The Octopus”  a documentary on Hulu. We love learning about this remarkable creature, we even went to the Boston Aquarium two years ago to see theirs.

We treasure the weekends, we cut back on work and love to hang out with each other – sigh, we often forget to cut off work but we always find time for each other. See  you in the morning. I love the colors I’m finding in cut flowers as I repared to plant some in the raised garden bed. I’ll start planting the second week in May.

I couldn’t resist the white flowers photo, I took them out on the fence to catch the sun, but most of today’s color art is about Dahlias. They are on a good sized plant which is going in my garden bed as soon as it gets warm enough.

It was cloudy this morning, then the sun kept breaking out.

I love the depth and lines of the Dahlia.

Have a good night, see you in the morninbg. We have a date with some octopuses tonight. I’m making popcorn.

27 April

Zip And Me – Maria Caught It. Plus Hens And Robins Eating Worms

by Jon Katz

It was a bit embarrassing, but Maria caught me singing to Zip in the yard near the pasture in our afternoon meeting chair. Zip was bliss when I scratched him under his chin, and he fell asleep in my arms.

But being open is being open, and I was pretty content myself.

Zip has gotten under my skin (you can call him Zud.)

After that, he went off hunting. No luck today that I know of. (Above photo by Maria Wulf).

Zip hunting his nemesis, the chipmunk in the stone wall. So far, it’s chipmunk five, Zip zero.

We’re calling him “Prince Zip” these days. Whenever we return from chores, he’s abducted to a different place to hold court and keep an eye on his kingdom. Boy, is he at home?

I’m not the only one spoiling Zip.

Zip kept staring at the pasture, and I saw why; a robin caught a worm, pulled it out of the ground, and swallowed it whole. Impressive.

Zip usually chases the hens out of the apple tree; today, he relented and let one of them hole up there for a while. Zip is the absolute commander of the land around the farmhouse and, of course, the barn. He chased Zinnia out, and we had to feed the hens their work 20 feet away. The barn belongs to Zip.

Zip is ferociously territorial about his barn; he doesn’t like anybody coming in there except to feed him.

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