In the summer of 2006, I moved with my family to the Golan Heights, the northeastern most region in Israel. Growing up in Long Island and immigrating to Israel in the 1990s, I have lived most of my life in suburbia; however, at the young age of 28, I embarked on a new chapter of life, a new adventure, a new type of living – country livin’. Follow my experiences, encounters, and observations of life on the northern frontier on this blog.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Spring is here

With Pessach just less than two weeks away, spring is everywhere you look in the Golan.

The rolling hills and cliffs coming down the Golan on road 87 from Qatzrin are as picturesque as one can find: rich green grass dotted with lovely yellow flowers (I really should know their names by now). The past few mornings, I've seen a few storks gliding through the northern air; although, not as many as I've seen in recent years. However, even a novice bird watcher like me can know that you must be patient. And besides, there were also a couple of vulture spottings.

Yes, spring is really here - tonight we change the clock and next week I'll be coming home from work in daylight. O' winter, where have you gone?