Pomegranates

I have eaten so many pomegranates since arriving to Israel because I know that their season is coming to an end. Pomegranates make me happy. It brings back memories of my childhood on the kibbutz. There used to be a pomegranate tree outside the mesek chai, where all the animals were kept but to me it was an oasis where I could ride ponies, pet rabbits, feed hamsters or watch the flamingos. I distinctly remember one day at the beginning of the new year, the high season for rimonim, when my brother and I rode our bikes to the tree and each picked our very own. We sat outside the pool of the kibbutz and giggled as we ate our pomegranates. We didn't care that our faces were covered in its juice or that we had stained yet another shirt, we were just so happy and carefree.

The other day a girl no older than 8 rode her bike past me- one hand on the handlebars, the other holding her cell phone. What a different world we live in now.