Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Never more

Spring has arrived. Perfect weather for going out into the woods with the kids to play and explore, splash in the big puddles left by the weekend's rain and snack on warm pita straight from the saj seasoned with freshly prepared wild zaatar in olive oil.

Everything is coloured yellow and pink from the carpets of wild mustard and cyclamen that bloom in every woodland clearing, hillside and roadside.

The air is heady and sweet with the scent of citrus blossoms, bubbling with birdsong.

And one family will never again be able to go out and enjoy all this because of men so consumed with hatred, so fixated on this conflict being an all or nothing zero sum game, that their eyes were closed to everything but their desire to kill and destroy in this land they claim to love.

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