By: Deanna Linder
I used to go to summer camp every summer as a child. Every day in the afternoon we had free time. I used my free time to sneak off to the orchard. It was there, that I would go with friends, to talk, laugh, kiss, sing-a short distance away from the rest of the camp- which at that age meant the rest of the world.
I was never a city girl. My short 3-year stint in the heart of Tel Aviv was incredible for what it was, but there was just one day when I knew that I needed to get away from the bustle.
We built the house within a month or two, right in the center of a nectarine orchard on the moshav (farm) where my husband grew up.
Every year since, in March/April I am surrounded by the most beautiful blossoming of trees, knowing that within a few months, the delicate white flowers will wilt and fall, but understanding that with the falling of the flowers comes the onset of the nectarines.
Come late May we are greeted with the most delicious fruit and the aroma of nectar.
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