Kalaniyot


The poppy seed flower has made its way into the field of Israel! 

Not far from Beit Shemesh is a Tel that overlooks much of the area. Often Israelis enjoy hiking alongside these flowers and taking photographs. One child wasn't too thrilled to leave the house (by now, the weather has become hotter and they are used to being inside). We made up for it by sitting on a rock, talking about caterpillars and rattlesnakes. The younger two continued up the hill to see more of the view. 

A memory resurfaced of my mother singing the song by Shoshana Damari, Kalaniyot and a specific verse spoke volumes to me:

אֶת הַפְּרָחִים לִצְרוֹר הִיא תְּלַקֵּט לָהּ, וּבַשְּׁבִילִים הַמִּתְכַּסִּים בְּטַל אֶל אִמָּא הִיא נֶחְפֶּזֶת וְקוֹרֵאת לָהּ... כלניות כלניות ❤️🌺

Funny how these memories pop up here and there, reigniting the acute loss, even amongst the gleaming smiles and growth that keeps us oddly going. Funny how memories do that here and there. Especially when we least expect it, amongst wonderful beauty.

A reminder of why our family is here. 

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