I don’t usually suffer from allergies, but this week I found that I was sneezing and snuffly. As I walked to the office this week, I noticed several fragrant suspects and I decided that I didn’t mind so much after all.
There’s a hidden courtyard behind the Waldorf-Astoria in Jerusalem. Each corner seems to have something special.
Wisteria with a background of grapes
I think this is a type of sage
A rose is a rose is a rose …
I don’t know what this is, but it has a very strong, sweet fragrance
I don’t know what these are either, but they smell nice too.
There’s a small rose garden next to the King David Hotel. They aren’t the typical full-bodied roses that I remember from the US, but they are still lovely.
On the last leg of my journey, I walk through Bloomfield Park. Here were some smaller blooms, but mostly just the typical Jerusalem greenery – olive trees and various other shrubs.
I don’t know what these are, but they are tiny and pretty
And come in alternate colors
Soft, delicate I-don’t-know-whats
And more Jerusalem greenery
And then I arrived at the office thinking that I would rather be outside (because maybe I’m actually allergic to work?).
While a lot of really depressing things have happened this week, this Friday post comes to you on April Fools’ Day. So rather than try to make sense of that paradox, here’s a photo essay of a springtime walk in Jerusalem.
This week as I walked to various appointments I noticed that there was a wonderful aroma in the air and so many flowers were blooming everywhere I looked. I didn’t take pictures at the time, so this afternoon I retraced my steps and captured some of the beauty of Jerusalem.
Community garden on Zamenhof Street, tended by volunteers from the neighborhood.
Zamenhof Street and Lincoln Street. Funny fact: The pronunciation of Lincoln in Hebrew doesn’t resemble the English very much. All the letters are pronounced with an extra vowel between the last l and n – Lin-co-lin.
Outside the Orthodox Union building. They take care to bring lots of glorious color to the street.
Near Jabotinksy Street. As I took the photos of the window box and the orange blossoms, a group of monks in brown robes tied with rope belts walked by speaking Italian. Just a typical day in Jerusalem.
Gan HaShoshanim. I was nearby, so I decided to take a detour and I’m glad I did. Another interesting fact: Gan HaShoshanim means rose garden, but there are no roses growing in this park.
Arlozorov Street. Wisteria, lilacs, and many other beautiful things.
And finishing my walk with a passion fruit ice cream. I can happily confirm that it was GOOD!
I hope you enjoyed this little springtime stroll. There’s so much more to Jerusalem than the typical Old City views and while there may not have been actual roses to stop and smell, there is plenty of beauty to stop and admire.