We went to see a Lion



Well that is the Little boy's name he is 1 years old and has the bluest of blue eyes and I think I am in love. (in fact I know I am) We went to his parent's house on the Golan Heights who are good friends the really close ones that you can only get after years of greatest happiness and also heartbreaking heartache.
We were going to pick cherries but we all decided to postpone picking untill next week todaythe boys were playing together. so funny when the kids get together not knowing each others language but still enjoying a game together.
Afterwards we drove around for awhile



I love these little buildings with an old vine nearly every orchard has one



Cherries everywhere

Birkat Ram

Birkat Ram

Gorse

LESSONS FROM THE GORSE

Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861]
Mountain gorses, ever-golden,
Cankered not the whole year long!
Do ye teach us to be strong,
Howsoever pricked and holden,
Like your thorny blooms, and so
Trodden on by rain and snow,
Up the hill-side of this life, as bleak as where ye grow?
Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms,
Do ye teach us to be glad
When no summer can be had,
Blooming in our inward bosoms?
Ye whom God preserveth still,
Set as lights upon a hill,
Tokens to the wintry earth that Beauty liveth still!
Mountain gorses, do ye teach us
From that academic chair
Canopied with azure air,
That the wisest word man reaches
Is the humblest he can speak?
Ye, who live on mountain peak,
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek!
Mountain gorses, since Linnaeus
Knelt beside you on the sod,
For your beauty thanking God, -
For your teaching, ye should see us
Bowing in prostration new!
Whence arisen, - if one or two
Drops be on our cheeks - O world, they are not tears but dew