Y'know, when people ask how I could have left America three-and-a-half years ago and moved across the world to Eretz Yisrael (the Land of Israel), I really don't understand their question. How could I NOT have left? How could I have given up the opportunity to live in this beautiful, resplendent, magnificent country, where there's such a special quality of life that can't be replicated anywhere else. That's my basic response to them and it usually satisfies my askers. But on days like this, when the sky is filled with clouds and the verdent winter hills are lusciously jade from the heavy rains, my heart soars. And a herd of sheep out my window doesn't hurt.
I invite you, too, to come live in the best place on earth. We can be neighbors :-).