Observations about life in Israel from a Canadian immigrant's perspective.
There has been an abundance of rain this winter, especially in January. The soil is wet, heavy, fecund. The rain water gathers and forms small rivulets that meander down the slopes, gargling as they go. As soon as the rain pauses (and even during a light rain), I am out there, astounded by the rapid rate… Continue reading A Meditation on Weeds
The vice tightens. This long war feels endless while the hatred of Israel and Jews around the world deepens. I stopped watching the news as my cup has overflowed with tragedy and sorrow. I just can’t take any more devastation and brokenness. At first, I felt it was my obligation to know. But how much sadness… Continue reading Celebrating in Darkness
November is normally my favorite month in Israel. It is a time of cooling, of nourishing showers accompanied by rainbows crowning sparkling skies. And finally, tiny green newborn growth pokes up beside its parched yellow elders. In contrast, November was my cruelest month in Canada with its retinue of dead fallen leaves, killer frost, and dreary skies. To… Continue reading War Day 54 and Life Still Surreal
Here in Israel, life hangs on a thread. Everything that is deemed normal or routine has come to a standstill. Each morning, feeling grateful after a night’s sleep in a bed and not in a bomb shelter, I awaken to a reality of unknown, untouchable fear. When I am asleep (unless I am woken up… Continue reading Planting For Hope
Dawn breaks. Birds sing their morning praise and crickets keep a steady song. The fall air is crisp like fresh mint, offering welcome relief from a blazing hot summer. Yet fighter jets fly non-stop overhead, a constant rumble above. It has been a week since the massacre of my people, an atrocity the Jewish people have… Continue reading Garden Therapy
Come September, the Israeli landscape is parched, crunchy, yellowed, and prickly. It is as if nature is spent and experiencing symptoms of advanced old age; plants are skeletal, withered, grey, their stems fractured bones. They are exhausted, save for seeds that many will spread to ensure a future generation. For the next big event in… Continue reading Weed Whacking
We lost a good friend last month. We mourn our comforting, cozy, loyal and affectionate friend TJ. Our golden retriever, who turned 16 in January, was part of our family since he was a tiny pup.Our kids still remember the day we came home with this tiny white fluff ball. We were in Tzfat and… Continue reading Missing TJ
The heat is beyond belief. As I am new to this part of Israel, I am not sure whether this is normal or whether the whole world is burning up. To do any work in the garden, we must now get up before 5am, a time when the chickens stir, the roosters cock-o-ri-coo, and both crickets… Continue reading Don't Count Your Chickens (or Melons) Till They're Hatched
Our day now begins at cockcrow – the sound of our roosters. They like to wake up around 4:45, which is actually a perfect time for me to rouse these days. The song birds are also twittering and the light is soft and gentle. Best of all, there is a slight chill to the air;… Continue reading The Crow of the Rooster
The little rain we had this winter has ceased. The clouds have dissipated, revealing pure magenta skies. And the temperature is soaring. Our colorful meadow has dried to a crisp. There are still a few Queen Anne’s Lace, hollyhocks, and thistles bravely dancing in the hot wind. Surprisingly, we have some wild sunflowers that popped… Continue reading Here Comes the Sun!
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