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.
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