Worn out and happy as a lark…

CaptureHad to take a pain killer last night. Worked too much, Dug too much, walked too much, planted too much, hugged Svetochka too much and had to drag Vova’s Niva across a field to jump start it. Just too much in one day, but happiness is abound and I feel like singing like a lark this morning. Now if I could just sing!

We have half the garden in, the strawberry patch is done, the irises are done, a mint grass patch for tea time is done and the tomatoes are in and covered with old bottomless buckets. I checked the new fir tree this morning and after checking the T-rose; I declare all is good in the Tiny Russian Village…

Svetochka is sleeping, Boza has been walked and is sleeping again and I am sitting here drinking coffee, taking my heart pills and writing an article for today…

Today we will finish planting the garden. We will put in beets, carrots, sweet peas, turnips, spinach, rutabagas and tend to the newly planted potatoes. Yesterday we planted some Blue Eyed Potato seeds and they truly have bright blue sprouts coming out of the eyes…

Over forty potato plants put in and the garden is looking good. I will be posting images as the garden develops. In fact I will post all the gardens as they develop, looks like I will be running around a watering a bunch… 😉

This year the chickadees have decided the yard is a good place to be and as I worked the garden, these little souls grabbed worms and grubs from the freshly turned ground. I would ignore them and they grabbed and ran, as I worked. They also are using the bird bath that I made last year and are a bunch of happy critters…

Birds are my pest control and I encourage as many birds as possible to come on in…

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A few days ago, Sveta and I built a brick BBQ grill. It is just a small stacked walls of broken bricks and last night we had shashlik and it was oh so good. I built the fire and Svetochka cut up the chicken. The grill worked perfect and now we do not have to have a flimsy metal grill (into the trash it went.) We will get some concrete and I will disassemble and mortar together the bricks later. It was perfect and a perfect way to end a day….Bozachka thought it was the best thing also and guarded the grill like a real watch dog as the shashlik cooked… 😉

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Oh yes and you all have a nice day…

WtR

About the Author

Russian_Village

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 a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.