Windows to Russia

In an old shed, at an empty village home, we have a home-made plow. Made by hand, pulled by a donkey or horse and to plow the earth to grow food. The shack being lived in by vagrants in the recent past and ransacked for anything of value to people who drink and do drugs,Continue reading The Old Plow…

No. I’m Not Going to the Reeducation Camp by John Stanton “…if you sit around and wait for the one who is in power to make up his mind that he should end it, you’ll be waiting a long time. And in my opinion the young generation of whites, blacks, browns, and whatever else thereContinue reading White and Guilty of the Crime of History?

I call it writers paradise… Nothing is better than and old desk, in a small cabin and in the middle of nowhere. It is just amazing that I have solid internet here, with fast speeds. Otherwise I could still write, but have to travel to town to upload. That would be okay also… The deskContinue reading Here is where I write…

Long underwear, heavy socks, long sleeve shirts, coats and hats are necessary now. Last night hit 9 degrees Celsius and in another day, it will be 12 degrees during the day. This is perfect weather and Boza and I love it… * * * * * * * * * * All hunters are outContinue reading Sunday Coffee Thoughts…

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 ofContinue reading Pickled Beets and Sunday…

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 myContinue reading 8 liters of pickled beets…

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 doContinue reading Duck season in Russia (or) Our village is a war zone……

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.Continue reading Work Early and Rain Now…

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 whatContinue reading Beets and Carrots Harvested Today…

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. HeContinue reading What a wonderful day…