Winter day in the garden.

Go the last days of the calendar winter. To March in three days. But before the real spring is still far away.At least we in Bashkiria.
Yesterday we went to see how the garden is living there. All right, sleep well.) I hope to be able to move there to live. I love to be in our garden. Very tired of the city.

In the garden this ringing silence, this repose, not to describe. Clean air and fishing are waiting for me.)
While it is possible to enjoy fresh frosty and snowy white fields.

The snow creaks under your feet. Amazes with its purity. This pure snow in the city will not see.
Traces of snowmobiles are visible. Even jealous. I have never had a ride on this means of transportation on snow fields.

I don't like winter, but even this time of year you can find beauty. The beauty of the winter forest, the beauty of untouched snow, covered everything around. It is interesting to feel like a Pathfinder, guess what animal ran through the snowdrifts.

We arrived by car wife. The road there is directly to the garden house.So in the garden it would be quite possible to spend the winter. We just need to keep the house warm. Every year I am going to do it, but all "hands do not reach". The Builder with many years of experience is not insulated house in the garden.) Shoemaker without boots.) So far, we are content with rare visits to the winter garden, to see how there is a house. Then left the car at the guard house and went for a walk.

A walk through the field sat in the car and drove back to the city. To inhale exhaust fumes and deaf from the noise of the city. Until the spring left to wait not a lot, but so much want to rush her. There is a wish for warmth, singing of birds and walks to the lake by Bicycle.) Which I will definitely buy.)