Left Moscow and gone to heaven…

I think that the image of a walking burger is so appropriate for Moscow and what I think about Moscow. If I saw that burger walking around the Tiny Russian Village, there would be a war. I would stomp that burger and run it out of town. Somehow it just seems normal in Moscow, but is that real life and is promoting burgers good for us?

Yesterday Svetochka and I planted, a bush style spruce tree, strawberries, a T-rose, moved an iris bed, planted two pear trees and went to the Big Village to get food. Today we need to get some more strawberry plants, if possible, start digging up the main garden (called a kitchen garden in Russia,) then I need to get out the chainsaw and weed eater and start cutting things up…

Svetochka planted her first gardens and flower beds! 🙂 I did not realize that she had never really planted much of anything and I taught her to make brick borders around some areas and we planted some flowers and stuff. I had a happy Sveta as she realized that she could do it and be successful. I forget that Sveta is a city girl, born, raised and infused with Moscow. It just seems strange that they have this perfect spot in nature, these city folks, that I love so dearly. Yesterday, I saw an awaking, as Sveta got in touch with nature and saw that plants can be moved and cared for. Svetochka is just the perfect girl and wants to learn all the time. I am a lucky guy…

The apple trees are in bloom, the cherries are in bloom, the yearly delicious asparagus is just popping up, the grass is growing like a weed, the peonies are a foot tall and the Tiger Lilies are all reaching for the sun…

Boza and I got up at around 4 a.m. and walked. He is sleeping as is Sveta, as I write this post. I let them sleep as long as they want. I drink my coffee and by the second cup I will be done and outside working. I have to start digging the main garden. Got to get the tomatoes in and potatoes. Then we will see what seeds we have and decide what we will plant. I am thinking carrots, beets, garlic, onions and various grasses for seasonings…

I rewrote a Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert, and John Denver song that I love and it fits so well to how I feel about the Tiny Russian Village…

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“Take Me Home, Village Roads”

Almost heaven, Russian Village, Deep Green Valley, Para River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.

Village roads, take me home to the place I belong.
Russian Village, Babushka mamma, take me home, Village roads.

All my memories gather round her, farmer’s lady, stranger to the city sky.
Dark and dusty, howl of the wolf, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

Village roads, take me home to the place I belong.
Russian Village, Babushka mamma, take me home, Village roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me, it reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday.

Village roads, take me home to the place I belong.
Russian Village, Babushka mamma, take me home, Village roads.

Village roads, take me home to the place I belong.
Russian Village, Babushka mamma, take me home, Village roads.

Take me home now, Village roads,
Take me home now, Village roads.

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I am so glad to be back home. My soul has found its home and it does remind me of the home far far away in my childhood and growing up. Sometimes we have to wander away from the past to find the future and gather up the past, even if it is just memories of a time gone by!

WtR