Only in Israel do you head towards a field of flowers and get a deep dive into history you can truly experience.
As we approached the top, the dark hideaways of flowers and ivy fell behind us. We emerged into the sunshine.
With a spring in our step, we hopped over mud puddles, the only sign of wintertime. I crouched low to take pictures of purple flowers blooming plentifully against a rusty gate.
Then the butterfly flitted away from its camouflage flower petal, exposing itself for all to see.
In those early morning hours, the sun made the wild wheat and dry flower stalks look more like woven gold. Under the shadow of trees, we began to notice how pretty the summer landscape really was when it was out of the harsh midday light.