Walking in the Village

Some of the kids asked if I would take their picture after assuring us that their dog doesn't bite.

Yesterday, Dominic and Edna went with me on a walk through the forest. We ended our walk by walking home through the little village on the other side of the river. It's still part of Bila Tserkva and I guess you could call it a suburb rather than a village, but people raise animals and crops so I think of it as a village. Anyway, I snapped a few photos as we walked to give people a better idea of what it looks like where we live.

People have dog and cat doors so why not a chicken door? Actually, I guess it's more of tunnel than a door, but I still like the idea.

A babusya (grandmother) watching over her goats

I'm always amazed at how different life can be just across the river. Each day we watch as people bring carts of vegetables, fruits, meats, and homemade dairy products from the village to sell in the market on this side of the river.

A babusya on her way to the market

Edna and Dominic walking towards the bridge on the way home

I guess you could say, "there's no place like home", and we feel truly blessed by the life that God has called us to here.