Coming from a country where winter means death and spring resurrection, I am surprised to find that winter is the greenest time of year at the West Bank (although I must admit that I am yet to witness spring here). Ever since November, when the temperature dropped and rain came more often, it has become a little greener every day. Now the almond trees are blossoming, and there are flowers on the ground as well. It is so beautiful. As you look at the photos, please let your imagination add sunshine in your face, birds singing and the sweet smell of warm, moist soil.
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