This afternoon, we bike around the village picking up plants and affection with every stop: basil from Svieta, cherry tomatoes from Baba Hania and tarragon from Baba Nadia. Riding home, the birds swoop around us – “Swallows flying low… that means rain…” – but Naomi gets all today’s treasures transplanted in the Echo Luna garden before a drop falls.
tom duffy (@syr4tom) June 5, 2013
hello my dear! i want some second day borsch (sp?)!!!!! keep it comin’.
David Marr June 5, 2013
Great photos Lisa! I love the one’s of the villager’s….kind of reminds me of Lynn Valley
about 60 or more years ago.
Have fun & keep the faith!
Love you,
dad
lesliejillthomas June 5, 2013
So interesting! Your photos tell such a great story. Thank you Lisa.