Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

Flower Art
11 May

Flower Art, Sunday, May 11, 2024, When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloomed, A Photographer Jumps

by Jon Katz
“In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.” –
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed, Walt Whitman.

Maria was kind enough to pick me some lilacs from our blossoming  Lilac bushes; I was enchanted by their beauty and power. Here are four pictures I took. More to come. They speak for themselves.

See you tomorrow; this is my sign-off.

 


 

 

 

 

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Zip
11 May

Me And Zip, Afternoon Meeting. One Of My Favorite Selfies

by Jon Katz

Zip had a quiet day for once. He was looting all night and slept for hours on the back porch. We met around 4 p.m., and he lay quietly in my lap for nearly a half-hour when his nemesis, the stone wall chipmunk, popped her head up, and off he went.

This is like a sweet meditation; it is calming, peaceful, and nourishing. A great love is growing between us, and I accept it and look forward to it. It has done me good. I didn’t know I needed this, but I do. I like this selfie; it captures the feelings of both of us.

He came back a few minutes later, but I had a lot of work to do, so I said goodbye. Then it started to cloud up, and more rain was coming. Zip wore himself out last night, but we had a sweet time together; it seems necessary to both of us.

 

Zip napping this afternoon.

I keep forgetting to put this photo up, so I’ll do it today; Maria has a runaway succulent heading for the ceiling. It just needs to be an inch or two.

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Maria
11 May

Spring Again. Maria Is Stocking Firewood. It’s That Time. I’ve Caved

by Jon Katz

It’s Spring again, and Maria is stocking firewood again. There have been no arguments with me. I asked her if she needed help, and she said, rather forcefully, that she loved doing it and didn’t want to argue about it anymore. I agreed and haven’t mentioned it again.

Being married to a strong woman is right, even when I  am dissed and pushed aside. It is up to her. My male ego can take some time off, perhaps for good. Strong women are different from other people. I have loved them all of my life. They are suitable for me and good for men.

We are getting a load of wood next week, and she wants all the remaining wood in the shed by the time our woodsman shows up. I fought for help for years and never won. I’m done.

She got more than half of it done today and loves it. I am counting my blessings instead of fighting.

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