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Our New Podcast “Bloody But UnBowed”

Jon and I were both tired when we made our podcast today.  Him from recovering from his surgery and me from working around the farm.  But we were glad to talk about the rituals of the farm, and our lives this past week.

It’s called Bloody by Unbowed. The Rituals of Bedlam Farm, The Lessons of Aging.  You can listen to it here. 

And you can listen to any of our Katz and Wulf On Bedlam Farm podcasts anytime on Spreaker, Apple Podcast and Itunes, or by clicking on the  Podcast button on my blog. .

Digging Dahlias

The dahlia garden

Once again I walked into the barn to get the plastic pots to store my dahlia’s in and got sidetracked.  The barn was such a mess and it was still early in the day…

So when I finished cleaning the barn I threw the plastic pots in the wheelbarrow with my shovel and clippers and started digging.

I separated the dahlia’s by color into pots and took the wheelbarrow full of dead plants into the barnyard for the donkeys and sheep to feast on.

Well, Fanny and Lulu got a nice meal anyway.  They made sure the sheep didn’t get any dahlias.  But I did give Liam and Socks a couple of the last rotting apples from the tree to snack on.

Then I brought the dahlia bulbs into the cold storage room in the basement for the winter.  Soon they’ll be joined by my potted fig tree and some seeds.

There was one dahlia that I didn’t dig up.  This one, protected from the frost by the bilco doors and the side of the house, was the only dahlia that survived the frost.

I think when I do dig it up, I’ll mark it and plant it in the same spot next year.

 

Repairing The Barn Window

Through the barn window

After enough cold days and night to make me believe that winter was coming early, yesterday and today have quickly changed my mind.  Warm and windy, the trees are turning color early but doing it beautifully.

Yesterday afternoon I walked into the barn to get the plastic pots that I’d store the dahlias in after digging them up.  That’s when I saw that the barn window was in worse condition than the day before.  I thought I could fix it, but if I let it go any longer, it might be beyond repair.

So instead of digging dahlia’s, I went into the house and got the tools  I’d need to remove and repair the window sashes, point and glaze the window panes, paint windows and frame and put it back together.

The windows in the barn are fixed, we don’t ever open them, so I just needed to repair it enough to keep the weather out.

It took me a couple of hours to do the work knowing the next day I’d have to finish painting the grazing and get a one by four to replace one piece of molding on the outside of the barn.

This morning  I wondered if I’d get to the dahlias at all.

As often happens with old buildings, the more I did the more I saw that needed to be done.  The other window on the barn could use some work too as well as some painting and on and on…..

I did stop after fixing the one window. The work I did is by no means perfect.  The window sill really should be replaced, but I don’t know how to do that.  And even if I could figure it out, I don’t have the right tools.

But still, I was happy with my work.  The window now functions for our needs, keeping the rain out, letting the light in and the inside of the barn dry.

Cat’s Galore Potholders For Sale

Cat Potholders For sale in my Etsy Shop.

I already sold most of my Cat face potholders, but I do still have a few for sale in my Etsy Shop.  I also have more of the linen towel they came from, so I may just make some more.

And I  have a couple of potholders I made from some scraps of some of the fabric that I used in my Three Graces fabric painting.  Those two look to me like scenes seen through a window.

All these potholders are $18 each + $5 shipping for one or more.  You can buy them here.

Wilderness Potholders, for sale here. 

Home Again

Jon and Zinnia in the early spring

Jon walked up to the car as I pulled up to the doors at Albany Med.  “Hey toots, how bout a ride,” he said as he opened the door and got in.  I pulled off his mask and gave him a big kiss.

After a tedious wait, Jon finally called me at 2pm and told me I could pick him up.

We made a stop for ice cream and a bottle of wine on the way home.   Now Jon’s napping, the animals are fed and there is a hush over the farm.  As if all is right again.

In an hour or so I’ll make a simple dinner, Jon will blog then we have plans to watch the new documentary about Oliver Sacks.  It’s the beginning of the weekend and I’ll do my best to make Jon take it easy for a couple of days.

But that’s always a challenge.  And one I’m glad to have.

 

Early Autumn Swamp

I woke up this morning stiff from sitting so much yesterday and craving a walk.  So I got out into the woods early, which I rarely do.

The sun was shining through the ferns in the dried up swamp along the path.  This is the same swamp I’ve been taking videos of since the winter.  Some of the ferns are turning rusty and yellow, but most of them are still green. There’s still mud and a few mosquitos, but the water dried up in August.

The air was cool, but I could already smell the warmth rising from the earth.  And with it the promise of a gentle fall day.

Coming Home Soon

Thank you all for your good thoughts and words.  It was nice to wake up to this morning.

So far this morning I gave scratched Buds belly as he snuggled up next to me in bed, I gave the donkey’s apples, watched Fate “get the sheep”, threw a ball for Zinnia and ate breakfast outside with the cats.

This was in-between phone calls and texts from Jon.  His last one was that he was still waiting for the doctor to come so he could be released from the hospital and come home.

It will take me a little over an hour to get to the hospital. I’ll call Jon when I get close and he’ll meet me outside. It’s as simple as that.

Now all we need is a bit of patience.

Jon’s Happy Heart

I just got home from the hospital.  Jon’s catheterization went very well.  The surgeon was able to open the artery and put a stent in it.

As much as I loved Jon’s old heart, because it works so much better,  I love his new one even more.

The surgery took about two hours and during that time I sat in the waiting room and made the drawing above.  I started it by copying a drawing of a cross-section of a heart that was hanging on the waiting room wall.  I was trying to put as much positive energy into my happy heart drawing as possible.

Jon just called and said he was going to try to sleep.  I’m going to do the same.

 

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