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.
This sprawling woodland is full of quiet paved pathways amidst layers of thick greenery. Tzora Forest is just the place to go escape from the daily grind and lose yourself in the wonders of nature.
As we headed back up, we began to notice things we hadn’t seen the first time around: acorns scattered on the ground around a puddle, pale wildflowers peeking out from between pine needles. The scenery was vivid and beautiful after a rainstorm.
On the outside, the stone was white and chalky. Rubbing the rock brought back memories of erasing the blackboard with my hands as a child. The white stone simply dissolved into a cloud of dust at the touch.