Squill flowers like memorial candles

The words of legendary Israeli song writer, Naomi Shemer's, sweet children's song for the Jewish New Year have taken on new meaning for me since the October 7th 2023 Hamas invasion of Israel on the festival of Simhat Torah, which concludes the Jewish autumn festive season. "On Rosh Hashana a white boat suddenly anchored off the coast ,,, On Rosh Hashana, on Rosh Hashana A cloud flitted by in the autumn sky On Rosh Hashana white squill Lit up the field like memorial candles" (my rough translation) Since the Hamas invasion which triggered years of war in our region I can't see the tall, ethereal stands of autumn squill without thinking that they are not only harbingers of the upcoming rainy season, but indeed also nature's memorial candles this time of year. Perhaps Naomi Shemer was thinking of the Yom Kippur War when she wrote that line. For me though those lines, the boat off shore, the rows of candle-like squill take me to Carmiya nature reserve and the adjacent Zikim beach on October 7th 2023, the morning Hamas attacked from the sea. I think many Israelis find themselves in a painful dilemma this time of year, how to reconcile the obligation to rejoice on the festival Sukkot but also to include in their hol hamo'ed activities a way to honour and remember the horrific Hamas invasion of three years ago on Simhat Torah/7/10? We don't mourn on yom tov and yet we are still a nation in trauma.

I suggest visiting the Carmiya nature reserve and nearby Zikim beach as a way to try to find a balance.

Before the war the Carmiya nature reserves was one of our favourite family outings this time of year, one of the best places in Israel to see large numbers of hatzavim (squill flowers) and also close to the beautiful Zikim beach.

Then on October 7th the adjacent Zikim beach was one of the places attacked by Hamas, with Israelis murdered on the beach and nature reserve. The area has been closed since the war began due to its proximity to Gaza and war damage.

Recently both the beach and nature reserve have re-opened to the public after the beach facilities were restored and upgraded.

Carmiya is an easy, family friendly walk through a sandy nature reserve featuring fragments of the shikma sycamore fig trees which once covered this coastal area. This time of year the highlight is the large meadow of tall white hatzavim (squill flowers) that bloom in late summer/early autumn and are symbols of the autumn festive season in Israel. The flowers are slightly past their peak but still beautiful with many flowering in impressive clusters.The main path is mostly flat and pushchair friendly. It is open free of charge.

I recommend going late in the afternoon and then moving on to Zikim beach to enjoy sunset over the Mediterranean. Earlier in the day there is a lifeguard and some kind of refreshment stand at the beach. There are toilets and showers and plenty of parking.

On the way to Zikim take a few minutes to pay your respects at a couple of memorials along the road commemorating those murdered on Simhat Torah/7/10.

Of course there is something jarring about combining a fun family outing with remembering the horrors of that terrible Simhat Torah, but I think that is perhaps the point of this outing, a message of life, rebuilding and restoration while honouring the memories of those we have lost.

Hamas invaded to snuff out Israeli life, to murder people enjoying the simple pleasures of a walk on the beach, early morning fishing or strolling through nature. Restoring these oh so normal activities is a small act of defiance in the face of those who want to destroy us and our country.

In a way this is Israel in a nutshell, remembering our fallen, never forgetting what happened that day, but also teaching our children to live, find joy and appreciate the beauty of or country

I have always loved pomegranates. I love the splendour of an orchard in full bloom or heavy with ruddy, ripe fruit, the sweet-tart flavour, the anticipation and trepidation that pomegranate season means that the Yamim Noraim, the High Holidays, are fast approaching, holiday meals with family and friends and gold-red leaves in the late autumn or the first burgundy shoots on the bare tree in spring around Purim time. 

It is the most majestic of fruit and also the most spiritual. 

For years in our family preparing mentally and materially for Rosh Hashana, the Jewish lunar new year, includes visiting pomegranate orchards which somehow in my mind brings home to me the concept that in the Hebrew month of Elul, the lead up to Rosh Hashana, "the King is in the field", it's a time when God is especially attentive to our supplications and penitence, a time when we are more aware of His presence. 

I have always loved pomegranates and it feels somehow appropriate that in the wake of the horrific Hamas invasion of Israel on Simhat Torah, October 7th, the first farms where my family and went to volunteer was a pomegranate farm, working alongside hundreds of other Israelis from many different sectors of our society to save the huge pomegranate harvest in a nearby kibbutz suddenly bereft of seasonal workers because of the war. Such a bizarre cognitive dissonance to be surrounded on the ground by the gorgeous late season giant red pomegranates while above warplanes, drones and the occasional Hamas rocket roared over our heads. 

Pomegranates, one of the most well known symbols of Rosh Hashanah, is the most Jewish of all fruits, rooted deep in our ancient Hebrew heritage, woven into our religious and cultural life for millennia. 

One of the special seven species with which the Torah describes the Land of Israel as being blessed with, pomegranates appear multiple times in the bible.

Its striking bell shaped flowers are the inspiration for the golden bells adorning the hem of the High Priest's garment, alternating with pomegranate pendats woven from blue, scarlet and purple yarn. 

The beauty of the pomegranate fruit and blossoms feature in Solomon's Song of Songs and through the ages in Jewish liturgical poetry. 

The crown (calyx) of the pomegranate grows in the shape of a six pointed star, thought by many to be the inspiration for the Star of David as a Jewish emblem. 

There are many traditions associating the pomegranate tree with the tree of life. 

Villages and towns in ancient Israel and Judea, and in modern Israel, bearing names including the word Rimon, pomegranate, like the ruins of the ancient synagogue near the Lahavim forest, close to Beer Sheva. 

And this is before we get to the more spiritual symbolism of the pomegranate as a sign of blessing, as a metaphor for a person who is full of good deeds, a righteous person, the holy nation of Israel, a fruit who's many seeds are said to amount to 613 like the number of commandments Hashem gave to the Jewish people. 

We place the pomegranate in pride of place on our Rosh Hashanah dinner tables and make the Yehi Ratzon blessing "may we be full of good deeds like the seeds of a pomegranate" and "may we be full of merit like the seeds of a pomegranate", but the pomegranate represents so much more than that simple prayer.

It embodies thousands of years of an unbroken chain of Jewish faith, culture, history, art and agriculture.

It is the yearning for our long destroyed ancient Temple in Jerusalem and the pomegranate adornment of the Kohen Gadol's robes and the bringing of the first fruits of the biblical seven species as offerings. 

It is an image that repeats itself over and over again in ancient Jewish architecture and the adornment of synagogues throughout the ages, in mosaics, engravings, embroidered parokhet curtains in front of the Torah ark, millennia old jewellery uncovered in archaeological sites and motifs decorating furniture in synagogues to this day. 

These thoughts and more crowd my head as since that terrible Simhat Torah three years ago working in agriculture has become part of my routine. I have worked so many pomegranate harvests in that time, pruned and weeded so many pomegranate orchards during the winter and spring. Even the small pomegranate tree in my garden has started yielding more fruit. 

Each pomegranate picked, each sucker branch trimmed feels like reaching out to my ancestors through the centuries, Israelite farmers, Judean farmers doing this exact same work in this exact same place. These are literally my roots, my people's roots. A beautiful red fruit that is at once sensual and holy, an ancient blessing for our land, for our nation, an exhortation to be righteous, an aspiration to be worthy of blessing. 

May this coming year bring us blessings like the seeds of the pomegranate, may we all be written and sealed in the book of life and good deeds.

On the afternoon (Israel time) of September 11th I had just seen off a relative at the airport ahead of his flight to Europe. Hard to believe that was twenty five years ago but that afternoon will forever by etched in my memory.

I waved goodbye to him as he went through security then went off to catch the bus to Tel Aviv to meet my husband after work. On my bus the driver had the radio on, a news station, and I remember hearing something vague about an aircraft crashing into a building, but I was sitting several rows back and it was hard to make out all the details.

I remember thinking it was odd, it was afternoon and they were talking about a plane crashing into a tower in the morning, why was it only being reported now?

Only when the bus pulled into the massive Tel Aviv central bus station did I and the other passengers start to understand what had happened and that with the time difference this was a developing story taking place in the morning in America.

The bus station at the time had loads of televisions in and outside its many eateries, barbers and kiosks. People were gathered outside every single one staring in shock at the news reports coming in from New York. Payphones had long queues as people tried to check-in with family and friends. Complete strangers clustered together watching the television screens crying and stunned as we saw the second 'plane crash into the second tower in real time. Shopkeepers came out with cups of water to those overcome, strangers comforted those standing next to them. We couldn't believe what we were seeing, like watching a real life disaster film unfolding on live television broadcast around the world.

As a country which had suffered, was suffering, so many terrorist attacks every Israeli had profound sympathy for what the American people were suffering. There was a strong sense of solidarity with the people of New York, with Americans in general. Israelis felt their pain and shock. Within hours of the 9/11 attacks messages of support for the United States and sympathy with its people along with many American flags started going up in windows, on shop fronts and on vehicles all around Israel.

The 9/11 memorial in Jerusalem's Arazim Valley forest is an expression of that outpouring of sympathy and solidarity with the American people. Inscribed on it are the names of all the victims of 9/11 and a memorial ceremony is held there each year.

 Two news stories from the Modiin area tonight:

1. People have been wondering about the bright flashes in the sky visible all over this region. Turns out Iran launched 15 missiles at Jordan. The interceptions could be clearly seen for miles around, including across the border in neighbouring Israel. 

2. A Jerusalem area Hamas cell was arrested. They were caught with an arms cache, ammunition, explosives. Apparently they were planning a terror attack on a restaurant in Modiin. One of their operatives had gotten himself a job there to scout out the joint and gather intelligence. Oh, and the leader of this Hamas terror cell? He was released from an Israeli prison as part of the 2025 hostage deal in which hundreds of convicted Hamas terrorists were set free in exchange for a handful of Israeli hostages held by Hamas in Gaza.