Boza and I walk…

Everyday the 6 to 7 walks we take are always different. The roads are the same, but all you have to do is look around and see the constant changing flow of life. Then again, the same friends are always around…

I started late; George was not happy and he let Boza and I know about it as he tried to patiently wait for his buddies, to walk. After being told that 5 a.m. is a far cry from 4 a.m. for walking, he settled down and followed us around the village area…

The eagle was screeching and George stayed close to us until he left. Then the pack of mosquito eaters watched as we went by and it felt like they were laughing at us as they told jokes about the three stooges walking the village. They soon left and went to eat mosquitoes. Then I saw a beautiful flower, oops, well a weed. I was taking many images and Boza fell asleep in the road, but two friends of his and George stopped by to say high. Boza went to play at that point. We have peas people and I am here to tell you that if I can grow a garden, anyone can grow a garden…

I have watched a new farm being built and yesterday, they got their power poles and transformer put in. Russia is investing in farming and her roots are growing again…

We met a cat, or should I say, I saw a cat, the cat jumped on the roof and Boza never saw a thing. Cat happy, I happy and Boza lost as usual… 🙂

I rebuilt the monastery sign. It had fallen down and everyone stomped in it, drove on it and whatever. Even the Monk ignored it, but I could not. I brought it home and put on a new post. Then I went to the bottoms and dug a hole and planted it properly. I think it looks good…

Did you know that weeds are beautiful? Have a good day and now you know, weeds are beautiful…

WtR

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