A Russian Observant Windows…
The garden is very usable and I eat from it constantly. The onions just keep multiplying and I seem to never run out of them for salad and cooking. The beets are doing great and I pulled the last of the thinning beets and had nice marble sized beets on them. They, plus onions and
Townsend and Sade’s Doctrines Rule the World – by John Stanton “The citizens whose lives are split between business and private life, their private life between ostentation and intimacy, their intimacy between the sullen community of marriage and the bitter solace of being entirely alone, at odds with themselves and with everyone, are virtually already
Strawberries everywhere. I am the first, because they are ripe early… Just miles of them, I mean just miles of them. I guess I will leave some for the rest of the people… 🙂 Delicious and Boza and I will make one last run tomorrow morning early and get a two day supply. That will
I rebuilt the roof on the outhouse and the mud and storage room of the village home. Then I wondered if they would leak or not? I got my answer after two days or torrential downpour, I do not have any leaks. That is a good thing and sets my mind at ease about the
Lunch was great and unexpected. Vova came down and got me to eat lunch with him. He was in the mood to have company and I was in the mood to oblige. Rabbit stew, fresh salad from his garden and salt mushrooms that he did himself. I have to say that it was perfect… Vova
Way back into the woods, behind the village I live in, is the original source of water. I chose today to go check it out because the wind was blowing strong and it was only slightly raining. This meant that I could endure the mosquitoes from hell for an hour or so. The wind would
Since it is pouring down rain and colder than a witches (Well you know what?) I am going to write an article and enjoy a cup or two of delicious coffee. Today looks like a rain, but no thunderstorm day and Boza has just eaten four packs of his dog food and is sleeping, actually
I woke up and found myself lost and confused. This happens when the weather changes so drastically, I become sick. I never had this issue until I had all the heart attacks and brain tumor, many years ago. After trying to die a bunch of times, I have become very sensitive to weather changes. It
Boza and I check on the strawberry fields daily now. In a few days I will be able to start picking strawberries and I will be ahead of the rest of the crowd. People sneak around and try to steal all the berries near this village and they try to sell them. I will eat
I thought about going to the Big Village, nope; don’t want to… Thought about how deplorable the U.S. is, nope; just very glad I am not there… Thought about getting water from the well, yup; water is needed for life… Then I thought about writing an article, nope; so this is it… This (above) is