I love the mirror photo! What a moment of serendipity after the waiting and watching.... E.O. Wilson comes to mind... a piece I read one time about lifting a rock or a log and really looking at the microcosm at play. Your redwork quilt is beautiful- those are great characters and seem to bring storybooks and storytelling to mind.
Kibbutz Usha where I lived for four months in 1976 grew tall pomogranite bushes along the road that fronted the entrance to the kibbutz. Since I arrived there in autumn, it was a few weeks later I saw kibbutzniks harvesting the fruit and included it with the meals in the chadar ochel. I enjoyed eating a few of them and was amazed when I saw how the kibbutz used trees, like olives, not only for shade along the pathways, but also for produce.
Friends in Portland tell me they used to get pomegranates in the market here, and Robert remembers seeing them in Brooklyn as a child. But they were new to me in my 30s.
I love the mirror photo! What a moment of serendipity after the waiting and watching.... E.O. Wilson comes to mind... a piece I read one time about lifting a rock or a log and really looking at the microcosm at play. Your redwork quilt is beautiful- those are great characters and seem to bring storybooks and storytelling to mind.
Kibbutz Usha where I lived for four months in 1976 grew tall pomogranite bushes along the road that fronted the entrance to the kibbutz. Since I arrived there in autumn, it was a few weeks later I saw kibbutzniks harvesting the fruit and included it with the meals in the chadar ochel. I enjoyed eating a few of them and was amazed when I saw how the kibbutz used trees, like olives, not only for shade along the pathways, but also for produce.
Friends in Portland tell me they used to get pomegranates in the market here, and Robert remembers seeing them in Brooklyn as a child. But they were new to me in my 30s.