Blossoms on an apple tree are in marked contrast to the surrounding granite mountains.
We have been cast out of Paradise, and sorrow and tears are our lot. But a longing for Paradise has been left within us, and paradoxically, it is by sorrow and tears that we return.
An almond tree grows inside the monastery, before the Chapel of Saint Stephen.
The almond trees bloom in early February, a beautiful sight. The air is filled with a light and subtle fragrance. Honeybees gather the nectar and pollen.
Καὶ ἐγένετο τῇ ἐπαύριον καὶ εἰσῆλθε Μωυσῆς καὶ Ἀαρὼν ἐν τῇ σκηνῇ τοῦ μαρτυρίου, καὶ ἰδοὺ ἐβλάστησεν ἡ ῥάβδος Ἀαρὼν εἰς οἶκον Λευὶ καὶ ἐξήνεγκε βλαστὸν […]
In winter, pigeons gather at the top of the bell tower and minaret to catch the first warmth of the sun.