Fall (Autumn) is coming and in Russia it comes fast… (TRV)

When the Swallows ate all the mosquitoes and the babies are big and they start to gather in flocks? It is Fall…


When the plums are almost ready to make jam with? It is Fall…


When the Sea Buckthorn has its orange berries? It is Fall…


When the Monkey Birds, Birdbrains and Baby Birds all think that your dying and  drooping Sunflowers are tasty and just perfect? It is Fall…


When your blood sugar levels swing like a pendulum? It is Fall…

When the baby Thrushes (birds) think running around (not flying mind you) and acting like idiots is the way life should be (perfect example is jumping like fools near my sensor lights at night to turn them on and eat the moths that come flying)? It is Fall…

When the eagles gather high in the sky? It is Fall…

When you realize that in a few weeks it is time to go home to Moscow and you are hoping that your Sweetpea is able to come down for a week to TRV? (Hint – Hint – Hint) It is Fall…

I guess it is Fall!

WtR

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.