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