I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
The almond tree is blooming
and a golden sun shines.
Birds, from the top of every roof
bring tidings of the coming of the festival.
Tu BiShvat has arrived, the Festival of the Trees.
The child who breathes the pure air among the pines, and plays among the birds and flowers, has the greatest of advantages.
They will beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation shall not take up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. Each will sit under their grapevine and under their fig tree and none shall make them afraid.
Judith Joseph is Chicago-area painter, calligrapher and educator. She has created hundreds of works for individuals and public institutions, and her specialty is the Ketubah.
She spends a lot of time in the woods with her husband, Ted, and their three sons, Cameron, Ethan and Emmett. She is an animal lover whose family life is greatly enhanced by the presence of Willow, a beloved and spoiled golden retriever.
So, everyone grab your shovel and go plant a tree. If the ground is frozen, grab your wallet and have one (or more) planted in Israel! Remember, Tu B'shevat is February 3.