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

Sometimes you wonder…

Sometimes you simply wonder, does it ever end?
Sometimes you just get tired of digging snow for months at a time…
Sometimes you get grouchy…

Sometimes the endless does end; for sometimes nature gives you hope; The forest is showing the ground around the trees and gives that light at the end of the tunnel a real meaning…

But all the time you smile at the wonderful life in the Tiny Russian Village…

Have a nice day, for spring is here and the snow is melting!

Yippy…

WtR

About the author

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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