


Moshav Hamra, Israel.
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Israeli breakfast at 10:00.
We prepare crisp cucumbers, ripe tomatoes, orange and green peppers, techina with za’atar, and warm pita bread and pour freshly made Turkish coffee into tiny colorful cups.
We spend the morning sorting fresh, organic Medjoul dates into 1 kilo and 5 kilo brown boxes . 10.00 we take a break for breakfastThen we bring some back with us to make homemade date swirl cookies. Life is beautiful.
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Moshav Hamra, Israel



A blank canvas
A blue warehouse wall
A perfect day
To paint over it all
With sunshine we paint
What we see
The mountains of Samaria that surround
And at the top the Lonely Tree












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Shepherding Eyal’s goats on Moshav Hamra, Israel.








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Moshav Hamra, Israel
Wildflowers around Moshav Hamra in the Jordan Valley, Israel. Beautiful beyond words.






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Moshav Hamra, Israel
The soil is rich red. Red like a terra-cotta pot. The dry dust covers us, out shoes, our legs, our clothes as we dig a single furrow between the trees. One of us plows the row by hand with a hoe, while the other puts the irrigation hose inside and hammers it in with a peg. We work towards the mountains. The trees are slanted, some lean so far to the left or right it seems they are reaching for the earth, while others are so perfectly erect, they clearly reach for the sky. After digging, we prune the trees-cutting away the little pieces growing low on the trunk to give strength to the rest of the tree. Covered in soil, intertwined with the trees, one with the land.





Mountains of Samaria
Moshav Hamra, Israel




Painting the mountains, or so it seems
Painting the scene, the colors of a million dreams
The perfect blue skies, the golden hills
The puffy white clouds, the dots of flowers so still
And yet nothing we paint could ever compare
To the beauty that is already there
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Moshav Hamra, Israel

Moshav Hamra, Israel
We walk into a square, open roofed building on the top of a hill, overlooking shady dessert mountains and picturesque blue skies. There are big buckets of paint inside and lots of dirt and dust. Our task for the day-renovation. We start early in the morning. Cleaning out all the leftover pieces of things that were never put in the right place, we sweep the dust and dirt, and we throw buckets of water on the walls to clean them off. And then we begin to paint. We paint all the walls white. A new coat of paint can make such a difference. It’s like a long night’s sleep to an exhausted person, or a bite of food to someone who is famished, or a kind word to someone who is hurt. We watch it go from a dusty, dirty mess to a neat and rustic bungalow that could be used for anything. When we’re done, we pick some dried out wildflowers from the hills outside the building and put them in our empty paint can.
Life is beautiful.