I remember a time in the not so distant past. At that time, it was a land far, far away (from me) -- Israel. I heard through the grapevine that my relatives in Israel were sweltering during the Passover Holiday. I didn't pay much attention, as I was enjoying a typical winter somewhere on the east coast of the United States.
True, our warmth will become a chill Tuesday and Wednesday, but Thursday and Friday the temperatures will soar, and on Friday my guess is that the windows will be closed and the air conditioners will be working overtime.
The heat should arrive on very strong southerly wind ahead of strong low pressure arriving from the west by northwest. This means summertime temperatures on Friday, and extremely high dust concentrations. It won't be pleasant, but it should turn windy and temperatures should plummet into Shabbat, where they'll remain until Sunday.
Hopefully, the bees will have time to pollinate the Cherry tree before the windy and chillier weather arrives. They need to get-up early has our warm winter has led to an earlier than usual blooming.
Unfortunately, this will be a moisture "starved" storm, so there may not be any rain to wash away the dust.
Of course, this means that the large holes in the ground in Gaza will be also be covered in dust and sand. These are actually the remains of tunnels that were recently destroyed by the Israel Defense Forces. In response, the leadership of Hamas said: "Na-Na," that was an old tunnel anyway. One has the feeling that we're dealing with children -- children that rule Gaza like the animal rulers of George Orwell's "Animal Farm." The amazing thing is that we feed the animals. We send food, building materials, and electricity to make sure that the animals are well fed while they build more tunnels.
I still can't figure out. We supply them with the wherewithal to build tunnels to attack us. We also treat their injured and sick in our hospitals.
Perhaps we live on the farm?