This past week, I was in Donetsk, in eastern Ukraine, where spring has finally sprung. The combination of the May holidays with upcoming Orthodox Easter has meant a flurry everywhere of cleaning, painting, and most important, planting.
We didn't ever get to a market visit, but I found it interesting that in many part of Donetsk, a highly industrial city, it still feels like a village, with residents intensively cultivating their small plots. Here's a bit of what I saw. At the top of the post, Lyumilla cultivates her front yard, just half a block away from a factory.
And as we walked along another part of the city, on a colder gray day, we saw many people, mostly women, out planting and preparing.
And turning a corner, a place that felt exactly like a village. Jars of pickled mushrooms were tucked back into the back of a market stall by a bus stop and this woman brought flowers from her garden (that day, brilliant tulips) to sell in the city center.
It was Palm Sunday and the city was filled with residents carefully carrying their bundles of pussy willows in honor of the day, like these two girls on the mashrutka.
And as we took the train back to Kyiv and twilight fell, I was reminded, once again, about how beautiful and fertile Ukraine's land is. Lovely!