Hello, my dear! How are you? How was your weekend? I wrote to you that I left for another region for family reasons. Actually, everything is fine. I went to the village to visit my grandmother. She has a new neighbor. He bought the house next door from the previous owners. And he insisted that our fence runs right through his property! Like we put up a fence a long time ago, 30 centimeters further than required. Thus, supposedly, we were encroaching on his property! What nonsense! I had to pull up the land survey documents and call a specialist to take new measurements. A surveyor came and took all the necessary measurements. And it turned out that our fence is in the right place! And the neighbor no longer has any complaints! My parents are elderly and don't really understand all this anymore. So they asked me to go and help sort everything out. And of course, I decided to stay with my grandmother for the whole weekend. To visit her. And spend time with her! I remember my childhood memories of spending almost every summer in the village with my grandmother, and these memories are like bright spots in my memory that I can recall at any moment. The first thing I recall is the smell of freshly cut grass. Even the air in the village was somehow different: it was cleaner, deeper, filled with the scents of the forest and wildflowers. And of course, there was physical labor! There was always a lot of work, which I didn't really like as a child

But my grandparents had a large vegetable garden. Of course, they grew a lot of crops. Potatoes, carrots, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, radishes, pumpkins, zucchini and much more! They also used to have livestock (chickens, geese and even a cow). All this required a lot of labor to care for it all. I helped as best I could! Of course, none of that is there now. My grandparents are very old. So I visit them periodically. I bring medicine and just check on their condition. In the summer, of course, I come more often to tidy things up.
I've suggested many times that they move to the city. So it would be easier to keep track of them. But old people, who were born and used to their home, will never move away.
My dear, I don't know why I'm telling you all this? Perhaps you're not at all interested in hearing about my childhood and my memories. I just wanted to tell you what I did this weekend. And why couldn't I write to you? There's no internet there. What did you do this weekend?
I'm at work now. But I'm finishing up. And I'm getting ready to go home. I'll finish this letter, but I'm already waiting for your reply. I'm sending you my photos!
Hugs
Olga