We were in Jerusalem. The HolyLand. Everything there was not the same. Everything meant more, touched me, and, you remember how I write that THEY no doubt also stopped to watch those butterflies, the butterflies of Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Caesaria, the Galilee, the Golan and Ein Gedi.
Walking just minutes from the Kotel (the Western Wall) I came upon this Pomegranate tree. The Pomegranates were nearly ripe. Grapes, Pomegranates . . . the sacred fruits of Jerusalem. Pomegranates of Jerusalem, more than enough to take me away from my search for butterflies.
Did I find different species of butterflies nearby, just minutes from the Kotel? I sure did, many more than I had expected to find.