Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My neighbor, Hranush, is keeping her 88 year old mother with her until the warm weather of April arrives. When it does come, and please note how painfully we are waiting for it, this woman will return to her small village and live with her son. She has a face that I find myself being jealous of, and a way of speaking about her Soviet life that I can't help asking more questions just to hear the tough answers. These women watch over my house when I'm not home, keep an eye on the way I am preparing my own garden, share their tools and food with me and are all that an American girl could ask for in an Armenian neighbor. They don't think I'm doing the garden thing right though.....I'm screwing it all up. I probably am.