In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Everyday is a new canvas…

Snow falling is akin to painting a canvas white and starting over. Almost everyday snow falls here in the Tiny Russian Village. The effect is wonderful, if not frustrating at times…

This morning at 2:15 a.m. Boza and I stepped outside to a fresh painted world. The snow I removed the day before, the tracks we left to the well, down the road and in the yard were all gone. The world had transformed, once again, into a new fresh laid canvas on which we could paint and play…

There is something interesting about stepping on a surface that looks untouched. Your mind knows you walked there yesterday, but your eyes tell you that it is a new path and a new surface to walk on. Every step is soft and snow puffs in the -15 degree chill. The sky was crystal clear and not a hint of breeze anywhere. The snow you kick up seems to hang in the air a few seconds and then settle like talcum powder floating to the ground…

It really is a wonderful world we live in…

Have a nice day from the Tiny Russian Village!

WtR

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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