Three days after I throw a line back to the olden days in Romania, Bat Ayin has become a flowering haven. Witness: Flowering trees, mustard flowers on the hill, and the first of the tulips that Eliezer Zinn and I planted in front of my trailer in December.
The tulip bulbs were a donation from a group of Dutch Christian pilgrims who came to see the West Bank. Or something like that.
The trees smell heady, intoxicating.
7 comments:
beautiful. my orchids are in bloom. as are my hyacinth, which are unbelievably strong. t.s. eliot would be so proud.
the tulips are beautiful. i love tulips. great pictures. i'm jealous it must be beautiful there now!!! enjoy
that anonymous is your mother i typed my name but that's computers for you
In search of flowering trees was beautiful. I read this twice. Very provoking...Job well done
the search for flowering trees need not go much further than a few steps from your home...
...and that can be anywhere (as i am learning myself).
Beautiful.
Thanks.
Feel like I'm there.
Kind'a wish I were.
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