Saturday I gave my second poetry reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House. I managed to get in a few pictures of the farm beforehand. It is a lovely place, small and welcoming. Like many people who visit I particularly enjoy the giant old trees standing sentinel throughout the yard. These two-the far one by the barn being an old apple tree the animals appreciate-shelter a place where people tend to naturally gather. Whether it’s to hear poets read, as I did, or listen to Jon, Maria, or other artists and writers they host describe their work, the space feels like a very special kind. One as welcoming and open as the people who live there.