No rain, no flowers: A red carpet of anemones in the Negev’s Shokeda Forest..
(photo credit: WIKIMEDIA COMMONS/ZACHI EVENOR)
On the bus to our morning ulpan class I was taken by the message on the T-shirt of the young woman sitting opposite: “No Rain No Flowers.”It started me thinking about the second year of our aliya, which clicked over into the third a few months ago. Figuratively, we found so many flowers – bunches of them – even if at times we slipped a little when it rained on our path.
What were some of the blooms we gathered?
The rhythm of living and of Jewish life in Jerusalem pulses in the streets, on the buses, in schools and synagogues, and is helpfully reflected in the supermarket offerings. If you just arrived from outer space and did not know the month or season, you would only need to walk past the special merchandise at the entrance of a supermarket, at Osher Ad for instance.