I have to admit, I'm addicted. The almond blossoms drive me crazy. Time and time again I find myself running between the rows of the mesmerizing orchards and taking pictures like crazy. Take half a day, with a vegetarian picnic kit and head out to the orchards scattered throughout the northern region. It's a priceless health treat, for body and soul.
This year, join the enthusiasm and thoughts – including these lines.
Almond Stick | The Eve of Tu B'Shvat 5775
What was the almond blossom to you,
Is the flower beautiful or beautiful?
What was my beauty to you, a white-and-red-haired girl,
A strange wind drives black clouds into your eyes.
And its sound in you is like the sounds of poison.
What was the almond blossom to you?
The earth is full,
And I wept among your branches,
In the valley of Gennesar, and on the way to Gilead, and in the valley of Sebaim –
The first signs of our renewal,
Which were destroyed to ashes.
What was the almond blossom to you,
Did you forget to open it?
Since the assembly of my great beauty, they have multiplied with joy.
And they multiply in love of beauty.
And they multiply in free love,
So what is the matter with you, my beauty, that your flowers have suddenly withered?
And what is the sound of the foreign drums?
Of war and destruction,
Between flowers and flowers,
Between brothers and sisters?
What do I see, my beauty?
I see a light of diligence,
Upright, straight, firm, firm
Directly looking at the hatred of free speech,
To the idols of the gods who seek revenge.
He will conquer my beauty.
He will prevail.
All those who ask are cursed.
Clay will rise in their hands, my beauty.
Just clay and more clay and more clay.