Luckily, my bean plants are still seeds underground.
We were hoping for some rain last night, it was in the forecast and a little had fallen by the time we got home from Zaporozhye. Unfortunately, just enough to dampen the ground so it's gone already- at nine am. There's more rain in the weekend forecast, we hope to get some real rain.
After lunch they settled the last bees in their new homes, and we had a visit from Jessica, her brother, an architect, is visiting from the US and some friends to talk about building. Jessica is starting a project to build and run a foster home south of Zaporosia for orphan kids, and he is designing it. Garry walked all over the village with them, it's amazing how good his ankle is doing now.
|I saw this butterfly land on the lilacs Tuesday afternoon|
Did you know the word for butterfly and grandmother is almost the same?
Sad news to report, this week there were three funerals in the village, including our neighbor next door. The babushka passed away at her daughter's home in the city, but the funeral was held here in the village. Monday night when Garry was sick I wondered why the lights were on over there all night, and Tuesday morning it became obvious when people started arriving next door and one was carrying a floral grave wreath.
It was strange not seeing her out in her yard this spring, wearing her yellow or red kerchief tied over her hair; cleaning up around her flowerbeds, calling her chickens inside in the evening, or sitting by the stoop doing some chore. Max Boradin helped her in her yard and talked to her about Jesus several times a week when he lived here.