Some thoughts at TRV…

Tomorrow I go to the Big Village. I have ordered a few things and have to pick them up. Time to stock up on food and such also. I am hoping that Svetochka is able to come to the Tiny Russian Village at the end of the month of June. It will be nice to see her, yet her very important job at one of Russians largest banks is demanding on her. She has new servers to deal with and such…

I thinned the baby sunflowers some more….and am done thinning. We have 50 plants and I will leave it at that….talk about doing something that made me sad and want to cry?

The sunflowers are still a tiny bit too close together, yet I can not bring myself to thinning even more. They are such beautiful plants and growing so well. I can not wait until they bloom…

The birdbrains helped me and basically told me which ones to get rid of. Five birdbrains sat on the shed and chirped at me and I swear that they would say, “No No, yes that one! They are our babies also…”

So by unanimous decision, I have finished thinning the sunflowers and be what may…

I have a feeling that crowded flowers will be an understatement…

Papa Wagtail sat on the roof of the home and when a hawk came around, he stood his ground and warned the whole world that a bad bird was near by. The Wagtails all hid in the trees and Papa flew into the air straight at the hawk. Papa is okay, yet I have to wonder is he brave or dumb? Have to think about that….as the hawk dived to the ground I tossed a empty paint can at him and he decided that there are too many obstacles to an easy meal. Papa Wagtail took all the credit and he was welcomed back with a hero welcome. I told him, “You are welcome!” He ignored me…

Just a day in the Tiny Russian Village…

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.