Rain, snow and wild times hit Israel. The Sea of Galilee rose a bit. The Mediterranean smashed over the boardwalk in Tel Aviv, in Caesarea and winds were so strong that one pedestrian in Tel Aviv was swept up into the air and dropped in the middle of the road in front of oncoming traffic.
Here in the Negev, sandstorms abided but the promised rain never materialized.
This morning, as I headed out the door, I saw a small flock of peacocks wandering the kibbutz in search of fallen pecans.
after the sandstorm
fat rollicking peacocks
feast on pecans