Chag Succot Sameach

Our windowsill is too small for a succah, although it is hosting a couple of hardy plants at the moment. And although we shall not therefore be able to eat our home meals in a succah, I can report that the rain that always arrives on this festival is heading our way. The dark night sky is being lit up by sheet lightning, and the thunder grows louder and closer to the flashes.

Here is a pic of ravaj in a succah, alongside ravah, Elizabeth Taylor and a.n.other. It is a rare occasion to be seen holding a doll (I think we later sacrificed her at the bottom of the garden). But behind us is a beautiful succah. Chag sameach, and may it not rain in your soup.

Dancing in the Rain

Do you see what I see? A couple of years ago I spent quite a while photographing raindrops bouncing off the windowsill by my desk. This pic is a bit grainy, I know, but I am convinced that the mass of drops in the middle looks like a person in a skirt twirling around. It looks to me like they are dancing. 

With all good wishes for a joyous Shabbat.

 

Rain Rain Go Away

After much of the country having been put on drought warning, we appear to have had a month's rain in a few days. That may explain why I opened my front door the other day to see the above view.

Reminded me of Make Way for Ducklings, a book from my childhood over which my sister and I fought for ownership as adults.