Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

23 February

Three Selfies For Zip And Me, Sitting In The Cold On His Throne. Lots Of Love And Feeling

by Jon Katz

When I got home from my floral adventure, Zip came running. It was cold and damp, but I wanted to spend quality time with him and share some love. He was ready; I sat on the porch in his favorite wicker chair and waited. In a few seconds, he came running, jumped up on, and climbed on my left shoulder, his favorite place to sit and purr while I scratched and stroked him.

He seemed to love it, and I seemed to need it; it was a wild week. (I’m very eager to meet Bill, the Adirondack Worm King; Maria and I are getting up early to hear him talk at Hubbard Hall at 9 a.m. The idea of a selfie struck, and I took a couple. Please take a look. It was a lot of fun, and he got the idea instantly, as he almost always does. Zip loves to do just about everything.

I love to sit with him, and I look forward to the Spring when he and I can sit and ruminate together while I watch for birds. Somehow, he gets me and I get him.

23 February

I Launched A “Flower Riot” Today, And It’s Not Even Spring. It’s The Best Medicine

by Jon Katz

I love writing this post.

In the Summer, when my raised garden beds are at their most productive and beautiful, I do something I call a “flower riot,” I take flowers to people in need and people I know and drop them off.

I’ve learned that flowers are powerful and meaningful to many people, and my “weekly flower riots – people I know, some farm workers up the road,  people I love, people who work hard who deserve acknowledgment are beautiful and selfish – make the recipients happy, and they make me very happy.

Doing good is the best way to feel good and stay grounded.

Today, a rainy morning when we are still in winter and the dark days – we have had cold days for some time and lots of damage from rain – and as I recovered from my cannabis overdose, I decided to make me and the people who work hard that I know and respect and make people happy and went to the Cambridge Flower Shop.

I bought some inexpensive, beautiful irises (and roses for Maria) and spent the afternoon delivering them. I couldn’t afford bull bouquets, but it didn’t matter. People love flowers, especially in February.

I can’t quite describe how good that felt. I’ve been smiling all day. It’s healthier than any medicine.

I highly recommend this for people who get unnerved or frightened by the news or any asshole politicians.

First, I went to the Cambridge Vet and brought some flowers to Manya, the new receptionist at the Cambridge Vet. Manya looked harried by her new job and the brand-new computer system that was making everyone there a little crazy.

She went home sick before I got to take her photo. The flowers were to celebrate her new job. The people in the vet’s office are family to us.

I’m a massive fan of the Cambridge Valley Vet, Dr. Fariello, and the excellent techs and assistants who work there.

They have always been good to us and our animals through good and evil and helped me navigate some sadness and loss.

So I brought Manya some irises (her favorite flower, as it turned out) and a box of chocolates for Nicole,  Cassandra, Casey, Sam, and others.

They are intelligent, warm, challenging, and competent. They deserve some chocolates at least. People who are good to me and others need appreciation and recognition.

They were first on my floral riot. I gave some Irisis to Alfreda, a good friend who sometimes helps us on the farm. She loves flowers and appreciates them. She was pleased.

She left before I took her photo with the flowers, but I have my favorite photo of her.

She is a beautiful flower.

 

Then there was Sue Lamberti, who gave our town (and me) a great gift by opening the flower shop. She doesn’t need flowers from me, but her flowers are beautiful, and I am thrilled to have access to them in the winter.

My next stop was Connie Brooks, above, the founder and owner of our excellent bookshop, Battenkill Books, a first-class bookstore in a small upstate New York town. I do not have enough words to thank Connie for my love of her store and countless happy visits there. She is unique in many ways and does good in many ways. She was pleased to get her Irises.


Utu has a tough job, running the day shifts of the food co-op in town. We see her almost daily; every encounter is fun, comfortable, and helps sustain. She also has sheep, makes yarn, and has a booming, charismatic personality. She is a lot of fun and brings all kinds of good feelings (and good food) into our lives. She makes shopping for food fun, but I have yet to experience that.

 

I had a blast on my flower riot. Thanks to Sue for re-opening her floral business. I might do my flower riot monthly if I can.

After that, I sat down with a cannabis counselor and talked about how I could continue with my sleeping/cannabis exercise without flipping out.  They gave me some new cannabis to try and suggested taking one at a time. We agreed I didn’t need anxiety edibles; the only time I’ve panicked in a long time was when I took cannabis anxiety edibles.

Live and learn. I take one edible every other night and a small dose of melatonin every other. I feel good about not running away from it and working harder to understand how to use it wisely and well.

It’s so easy to brighten someone’s day. If we all did it, our country would be less of a billionaire’s cesspool. I always remember the idea: small acts of great kindness.

Thanks, Sue, for your flower and gift shop. It’s great to see your hard work pay off.  I think you are happier than you used to be.

I think we’ll see a lot of each other, at least until May.

 

23 February

Blogging In The Rain. Heading Out With My Camera

by Jon Katz

We begin our days with blogging and end them with blogging. It’s an integral part of our lives and time. Maria is in her studio making her fascinating Meditation Trees (I will plea for one since she won’t let me buy one).  People are buying them before they are finished.

I am heading out shortly with Zinnia in the car and my monochrome camera, the official camera of the Winter Pasture.

I love taking short naps while Maria sits across the room, putting up her videos, planning quilts, and taking orders. It’s the coziest feeling and a beautiful thing for us to share. It’s one of the few places I know I can sleep softly.

I don’t know where I am going today, but I plan to stop at one of my new favorite places, the Cambridge Flower Shop. I’m planning a floral riot; I will buy flowers and drop them off with the people I like all over town.

Maria is having such with a friend.

This feels great. I just wanted to let you know that more to come. It’s my kind of tour.  I’m counting on all the mist and rain. I’m bringing flowers to the beautiful young techs at the vet, to Utu at the food co-op, to our bookkeeper, Alfreda, who helps us at the farm, and then to Maria.

I’ll take some pictures on the way. Who needs Spring, after all? We can make our Spring anytime.

23 February

Good Morning, Friday, February 23, 2004. Fog, Mist, Recovery, Return To Cannabis, Worms. Brooding And Worrying Is An Enormous Is A Waste Of Time

by Jon Katz

Tomorrow morning, Maria and I will hear Bill from the Adirondack Worm Farm give a talk in our town; he will teach us how to use worms to compost our garbage with worms, something that would never have occurred to me in a million years.

Our compost toilet has been a big success,  and along with our big solar panel, we’re plotting the future in a changing world. It’s our tiny gift to Mother Earth, who has been so good to us and is in so much need.

It’s Friday again, and I’m enjoying my recovery from my cannabis crisis. I have noticed a lot of news about people getting sick, but I think more about how they recover. I love recovering from things, and I’m getting good at it.

Time is precious to me; every second, minute, hour, or day counts and has meaning. Life goes on; I won’t throw it away.

I want to make good of the time I have left rather than flipping out over how long it might be or how time is rushing past me. Anxiety and gloom are a waste of time; I’m called to make time for what is essential. Being angry or frightened is no longer interesting; I’ve meditated it away. I am actually, and to my surprise, living in the now.

I want even more time to do the vital things in my life. I don’t intend to spend time thinking or worrying about money or politics or running after more money and success. Politicians and angry old men can get into someone else’s head. Mine is full of better stuff.

(P.S. I took a single cannabis edible 90 minutes before bed, and I slept very well and comfortably. Three was too much, especially when mixed with an antibiotic for dental work. There are no symptoms or complications this morning. Tonight, I’m taking two tablets of 2 mg Melatonin. I don’t need to run away from the cannabis; I need to manage it intelligently. I’ll explain how it is going.)

 

It was supposed to snow, so it decided to rain and mist. Both are beautiful.

I never tire of watching the Imperious hens marching around the farm. Zip has decided to live peacefully with them rather than chase them away. They were patient and forgiving; they are friends now.

Something about the mist landscape photos stirs the soul. They are an integral part of the Winter Pasture; they make me think.

Asher is always the last one at the feeder; he’s also our most extensive sheep.

The feeder is a neat background against our iron Raven; until Zip, he was the official farm symbol.

23 February

Still Life: Mood Piece: Bird In The Pouring Rain

by Jon Katz

Creativity is not only about sweet and sunny days; I am drawn to the Winter Pasture and the gloomy and dark days, although color and light lift me up. It is a dark and very gloomy day up here. I went out early to capture the feeling and a bird helped me out by landing on Maria’s bird feeder and giving me the image I was looking for. Every day, I’m sensing the arrival of Spring and then color and light.

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