This morning as I sip a cup of coffee, we have not walked yet. It is not my fault that it is 6:30 a.m. and we still have not walked. Boza does not like the rain and he refuses to go out, well actually I gave him a choice and he politely ran back under the bed. He stuck his nose out the door and looked at me and I said yes or no? He said no…
But nature calls and after this post, we will go and walk in the rain…
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- Boza found a friend?
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- Boza happy…
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- Rowan Berries or Mountain Ash…
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- Empty cistern…
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- Digging out the monastery wall…
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- Monastery wall…
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- Mister Buzzy Bee…
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- Sasha out for a walk…
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- Olga out for a walk…
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- Reminds me of my childhood…
Boza and I walked with the camera yesterday and gathered a few images. I decided to post a few here and you can see what Boza and I saw…
Boza found a friend first thing as we walked up the hill, whereas Boza was happy, happy, happy, his friend was hiss, hiss, hiss, so they did not party and hug each other. But as you see in the next Boza image, Boza was happy…
Everywhere are the Mountain Ash trees. The forests are full of them and the Russians do not use them for anything. They grow wild and are considered bad. I realize that there are several types of these trees, so I use the judgment of the locals and leave them alone. These seem to be extra poisonous, but back home in the Ozarks, we made jellies and jams from them…
A grumble issue of mine is the fact that we only have two working cisterns and I have found five total available in the village. One is legend to be poisoned by a disputing family/locals issue, another is buried deep in no mans land, the one shown is not working and that leaves two that still are able to be filled, most of the time…
The cisterns are a source of issues many times, as city people steal water from ours to wash their cars and many other such stupid things, as filling their kids inflatable swimming pools. 🙁 They emptied theirs up top the hill and then steal our water. I wash my car at the river, so can they and their kids can swim in the river or the lake for that matter… (I am just a grouchy bear!)
They are digging out the walls of the monastery, or at least the walls that they can still find. The wall use to go all the way around the whole monastery…
I snapped a image of a small bee that would not leave me alone. He sat on my camera as I took pictures, then flew hovering right in front of my lens. I finally snapped an image and then he left. Just like that, he left after I took his picture, “What a Ham!”
The as Boza and I walked down the hill from the tower, we saw Sasha wandering around and Olga, coming up the hill to help with an injured man at his home. She is an old lady and her daughter is way up the hill waiting and yelling at her! Some people are clueless about life. More power to Olga…
The last image is a place that I want to play. I would have when little and this image holds many memories of what I ran around as a little tyke. Everyone should have a small work barn to play around. Young or old, my grandpa and I had one…
Well that is it for today. Boza has to walk and I have to walk, even if it is raining…
Have a nice day…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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