Drying Wild Strawberries…

Sveta hinted to me, maybe trying to dry some wild strawberries for her and her mother, to use in tea. Since Sveta will not be here in the village until way after strawberry season ends and cannot get her own. Therefore, Boza and I went out around noon today, after nailing the door shut on

Mr. Hawk…

I finally caught a pretty fair image of Mr. Hawk or is it a, “Mrs. hawk?” All I know is that it lives alone for right now and I have not see another like it anywhere near by. We have dozen of other types of smaller hawks and at least seven huge Brown Russian Eagles,

The Masses as Goats and Dogs:

Townsend and Sade’s Doctrines Rule the World – by John Stanton “The citizens whose lives are split between business and private life, their private life between ostentation and intimacy, their intimacy between the sullen community of marriage and the bitter solace of being entirely alone, at odds with themselves and with everyone, are virtually already