This is the painting my son created in markers that says “Next Year in Jerusalem.” Of course, Mrs. S. and others will be able to catch the typo, correct? My son claimed no one will notice. Tee hee. We had run out of laminating paper right before the holiday, and I mistakenly told my son, oh, don’t worry, it’s SO dry (we’ve had a drought much of the summer).
So the first evening of Sukkot the sky was clear, and the table was beautifully set in our new sukkah for 10 people. Our guests were coming a little after eight o’clock…at seven-forty or so, the sky turns orange and pink and brown. Not the color of evening sky. Soon thunder and lightning began, then the pouring of rain. I managed to save the lovely paper place settings and napkins. We ate in our dining room.
The next day, we looked at my son’s poster; it looked like Jerusalem was crying. Bits of the marker had dripped down the white of the poster board. I guess “she” wanted us to be there.
What a lovely painting…talent runs in the family, for sure.
Yes, I do see the typo, but won’t tell a soul. Haha
L’Shana Haba’a B’yerushalayim
Glad you can keep a secret (unlike me).
Someone without a sukkah in Jerusalem was describing how he managed–eat mezonot, go to the neighbor, wait for it to rain. He said it did rain for about ten minutes. But most of the moisture is in the air and not coming down as precipitation.
Interesting detail in that picture.
He printed three pictures from the internet and used them for ideas.
I like the poster too and how your son managed to convey an image of the town and temple through with very few colors.
And I should add that my daughter was allowed to do some of the “coloring in.”
Notwithstanding the typo(s) 🙂 – it’s a beautiful, evocative picture of Har HaBayit, and it sounds like it’s a wonderful addition to your succah!
We spent Shabbat in Ramat Beit Shemesh, where there was a quick, light rain as we were eating dessert on Friday night and then a brief drizzle in the middle of the night. Otherwise, it’s been hot, hot, hot… 🙂
Thank you for the compliment on my son’s poster.
On Friday, we had humid, humid, unbearably humid.
What a wonderful painting and a good story too. Your son is very talented.
So you have another artist in the family.
Oh, yeah, and the daughter does art, too. There seems to be a gene for this, that skipped some family members, but others have ingrained.