Showing posts with label dacha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dacha. Show all posts

Friday, September 18, 2009

Exterior a month along


I have not disposed of last season's crop of leaves, yet. Nor trimmed all the droopy branches. But everything is going along swimmingly. My daughter and I go out to the garden shop on Sunday. I have promised myself no more pots. But will get me some scarlet petunias. And some more basil - bloody slugs!

Friday, August 21, 2009

A dacha


Somewhere through the years, I have seen a grainy film shot in 1901 which shows Tolstoy walking along, stick in hand, near his country estate outside Moscow. The landed gentry in those pre-revolution days, had a dacha to escape the madness of urban life.


This is my newly acquired dacha.