Everyday I walk I pass this pail set intentionally near a bank. It is moved during the day, but at night it is set exactly in the same spot and always facing outwards. The Chinese lady that uses this pail to clean with leaves it right here in the walk way when she is done…
I just find it interesting how people have certain things they like and do…
A bucket, a photo of Bruce Willis and it is faced to the world every night….it is never moved and never bothered, yet it tells a story about someone and that story is respected by all who walk by…
I like it and took a picture of it this morning…
What you see is a Tiny Russian Village home. It is the home of one friend of mine who just died recently. I will move the lawn in a few weeks, but Svetochka and I worked on the fence and home this last week. His wife who lives in Moscow, wants to sell it and or almost give it away. The home is located across the road from our place and Svetochka and I talked. We will see about getting this place, the lady was going to give the keys to the Monastery, but it looks like she would rather see us have the home…
Nicoli was a good friend of mine and he would want me to have his home to care for. He spent years working on it and it is a beautiful place. I will let everyone know what happens with this place…
My grandma said, “Death comes in threes to us on earth!”
This last year, I experienced that three death rule…
Nicoli, Boza and Boris…
They were all wonderful friends of mine and the Tiny Russian Village was very sad in many ways without these three friends of mine…
My name Kyle is Irish and Gaelic in its meaning: A place-name referring to the narrows; a wood or a church. This was told to me by my grandma and she said that I would always be drawn to such places…I have found that she was correct….The Tiny Russian Village is such a place…
I want to travel to Scotland and Ireland…
WtR