Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Israeli Red Poppies Story on Bloomin' Tuesday
A week ago there was a knock on my door. I had the grand kids and was busy playing, and don't normally open my door to strangers...having looked out the peep hole in the front door I saw a young man and by his side was a huge art portfolio. Obviously he was selling something. Another reason why I don't normally answer the door, I look out and wait quietly for the person to walk away. But this time I opened the door. The young man was selling paintings he told me that he and other students had done. He had a bit of an accent and when I asked him where he was from he said "Israel". I responded in my halting Hebrew with "Really?!" And from there we continued to converse in Hebrew. He was Israeli of Russian decent. He and his friends were from Jerusalem an art school there...and were here to earn money selling paintings. He told me he was in the 'seva' Israeli army, and had very little money there. Well, I was of course hooked before he even opened his portfolio. He had paintings of American cities, no thanks...but he also had this painting of bright, vibrant red poppies. I told him I was attracted to that painting because I had the memory of sitting on a mountain top in Israel, at age 20, with my then Israeli fiance, surrounded on all sides as far as the eye could see these very same red poppies with black centers. It was an awesome sight. This painting was a keeper. The oil paint is thick and lush. So I got my check book and bought it for us to keep. Happy Bloomin' Tuesday. Do you have a memory of a special flower in your past to share?