Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

11 February

My Heart Holding Pillow From Maria. I’ve Named Him Gabriel….

by Jon Katz

I had to beg to get on Maria’s hit Holding Pillow Want-a-List, but she surprised me and went into her studio while I was distracted writing and came out with this one on Sunday.

I never had a stuffed animal as a kid, but I love to hold things when I meditate, read, or soak up some silence. I love this one; it has a lot of mojo.

There is a beautiful heart, and I’ve named him Gabriel for Gabriel Marcia Marquez, my favorite novelist. She has a lot of people wanting these, and I appreciate getting them. I’m not taking him to bed because I like holding Maria up at night.

But I meditated with Gabriel in my arms this morning, and it was very nice. You can read about it here, and if you wish to contact Maria e-mail is maria@fullmoonfiberart.com.

11 February

Nine Degrees This Morning, Zip Heads For The Heat Cat House Until The Sun Comes Up. Beautiful Sky

by Jon Katz

It didn’t snow, but it was cold—the kind that hurts my fingers when I come inside. I can’t help but go out; it’s just too beautiful. I’m going to the food pantry to take pictures, but I’ll be home otherwise and working. I took the Leica Monochrome, the official camera of the Winter Pasture. White Hen is fine. Zip has only gone into the heated cat house in the barn one or two times. Today was very gold in the morning. He will be out when the sun comes out, whatever the temperature.

 

 

Looking for hay that dropped in the snow on the way out of the barn.

Our animals can graze even in ten inches of snow, and their tracks are precise and beautiful.

 

I doubt that Fate even notices the cold.

 

Sunrise in the cold and snow, the Winter Pasture.

The posse heads out to work.

 

Bud stays inside during the coldest moments.

 

Fate’s eyes are filled with meaning and feeling.

I call Zinnia Sweet and Eat, her two passions in life.

10 February

Flower Art, The Art Of Living. Week One Of The Sanctuary Blog

by Jon Katz

The past few days have been among my best and most enjoyable memories. I am busy polishing my idea for a Sanctuary Blog that will open for calm and safe places in the next few years and be full of animals, creativity,  spirituality, ideas

, photos and videos of the farm, and essays on staying grounded and calm amid chaos and change. The response I got was terrific, and I’ve been going over the messages and ideas. I’m on the right track and will stay on it. These are new, intense, and sometimes frightening times; I want to be a place of good, especially for safety. We don’t argue here; we often think and listen in silence. Like Quakers, we speak when we have something of meaning to say.

I’m still recovering from the shoveling I did during the 149-inch snowstorm (or was it 10 or 11 inches?). I will read, watch a mystery, and read a book. Please stay warm and safe; we have a lot of good work to do. Good night to you. I need some rest, and thanks for all of your support, for me, the pantry, Maria, and the meaning of  Bedlan Farm. It’s getting more apparent by the day.

 

 

 

 

I think of this image as a Calli Mourning.

Tonight, I’m just bushed. In addition to all the writing and shoveling this week, we spent all day going downstate New York to pick up the wool. I need to say goodnight and take a couple of flower photos. My Callas are beginning to fade, so I wanted to pay what might be the last day honoring and spotlighting. I will get some Calli seeds and put them in the flower bed.

My Calli’s are starting to fade. I loved taking their photos. Thanks Calli,see you soon.

 

 

 

10 February

Wool And Yarn Time: Sweet, Sweet Day: We Went To Nobletown Fiber To Pick Up The Finished Wool From Our Farm To Sell

by Jon Katz

 

Today, we had one of our favorite farm rituals. We went to Nobletown Fiberworks in Hillsdale, New York, to meet Lewis, the owner of Nobletown and long-time Broadway star. Lewis is a charming and warm person to work with. He agreed to take Maria on early last year (he’s packed up now) but wants her back again. They will make beautiful wool music together.

Maria was thrilled with his work on our wool, and we had a great time picking it up today. I’ll leave the details to Maria on her blog, fullmoonfiberart.com.

She was delighted with the work Lewis had done.

This powerful ritual connects us, the farm, our animals, and our creativity.

Maria is thrilled with the wool but needs time to review it and consider price and shipping. There are skeins, dryer balls, rugs, roving, etc. She’ll write about her decisions in a day or so. There are some great choices there. She expects to put the wool and related items on sale shortly.

We both loved talking with Lewis and hearing his ideas. He and Maria hit it off.  She was in her element. They are two very creative people who love art and wool together.

 

 

Robin’s roving will make a beautiful rug. Mericat’s wool is a lovely wool skein.

 

Maria’s first look at Robin’s wool, a possible future rug.

 

Lewis urged her to smell the wool. He has a ton of neat ideas.

Talking ideas

I fell in love with sweet Emma, Lewis’s dog.

We discussed a new idea and next year’s wool. We know next year will be great, and we love working with Lewis, a charming, creative, and talented man. He has no attitude or nose in the air for a longtime Broadway star. He said he would love us to return, and he and Maria talked wool.

 

10 February

The Wool Ride, A Big Day For Maria And The Farm (And Me)

by Jon Katz

Today is an almost sacred day at Bedlam Farm. Maria and I make the annual trek to pick up the wool we dropped off months ago. Maria loves this event, and this evening, she’ll be studying wool and its colors and figuring out how to sell it. This connects us to the farm and its traditions and reminds us why we are here. We used to go to Vermont; now we go to a new mill downstate. I’m very excited to join her in this tradition. We have a wonderful time, and I always feel gratitude (again and again) for our being together and living here. As to our 90-feet snow (oh, just kidding, Peter), the paths are clear, the cars are cleaned off, and we are ready to go. Here’s to laughter.

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