Observations about life in Israel from a Canadian immigrant's perspective.
Our garden in February.It is municipal election day today and the skies are filled with jets screeching non-stop. I sit with my morning coffee and practise chicken therapy by relaxing with the hens. I suddenly hear a barrage of explosions nearby – and so do the hens. In synch, we move our necks, ears to the… Continue reading War time offers strange opportunities
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
“They too have to eat.” These were Yuval’s compassionate words regarding sharing our organic greens with other critters. As we stand over buckets of water, dunking and swirling heads of lettuce, our feet in mud and our hands covered in caterpillar refuse and aphids, I keep trying to remember these words.Last Thursday, we were up… Continue reading They too have to eat
Life in Israel 