Windows to Russia

8 liters of pickled beets… As in my first article above in the link. I pickled beets and some carrots. According to my grandma’s old recipe, they could be eaten on Sunday and only get better from there on out. Well? They are so good… I am forcing myself to only eat 6 chunks of […]

I pickled 8 liters of beets, I still have 12 fresh beets left and they are for Sveta. The pickled beets are for me. I love pickled beets and will munch on these for several months, a little bit at a time. I have a recipe that pickles raw beets, that I got from my […]

Sunrise today in the village called Sunrise to Freedom, exploded with hundreds of shotguns going off and the game began, just as a shooting gallery in a carnival. As I expressed last year, I use to hunt avidly, but over the years and especially after seeing how Boza interacts with other animals, I just do […]

I knew the rain was coming and I also knew I had some things to get done. I woke up at 4 a.m. and grabbed a cup of coffee, the dog, the wheelbarrow, a shovel, what energy I could muster and went up the hill to a huge pile of crumbled brick, sand and dirt. […]

Thirty three huge beets and seven ugly gigantic carrots and I mean ugly. But, I ate one whole carrot yesterday, just as ugly and huge and it was as sweet as candy. They say, “Do not judge a book by its cover!” I will most likely dig up a potato plant tomorrow and see what […]

The birds woke me up at 5 a.m. and they were singing to beat the band. A grouchy woodpecker was screaming at them to shut up and Boza and I went outside and hunted him down. We politely told him to shut up, for we like our songbirds and Mr. Woodpecker was not welcome. He […]

Yesterday brought to a head and issue that has become almost serious in our village. This year the village is very busy, due to the monastery putting into high gear the promotion of itself. Yesterday hundreds of people came up our hill to see the monastery and it was hot, dry and people need water. […]

I treated myself, I bought some real cream for my coffee. Not much, just enough to have three cups worth. That is all the treat that I need and that is all it takes to make me happy. Though without a doubt, if I could get goat milk and goat cream; now that is a […]

Sveta dislikes having a mouse around the village home, but she also even more, dislikes killing the mice. So since the little mice were very brave and very stupid. I just waited and decided to trap and move the mice one at a time to the forest… We noticed that two little mice had decided […]

Boza and I walk four or five times a day. I should say, I walk steadily and Boza runs ahead and waits. I plod along and keep going, Boza leaves me in the dust and then sometimes is even asleep when I find him. Unless we find a kitty, then Boza is left behind by […]