
Tu B'Sh'vat, the Jewish "New Year of the Trees," may make agricultural sense in the Middle East, but what is one to make of it in Larchmont?
A sunny winter day with the temperature climbing past 40 seemed like a good time to find out. Camera in hand, I set out for a walk around the garden.

Here in the Northeast, all you need in order to know whether you need your heavy duty parka or a fur coat for the walk to the train is a Rhododendron outside your window. On the coldest of days the leaves curl up like vertical soldiers, wrapping themselves tightly to contain what little warmth they can muster. But on a warm winter day, the leathery evergreen leaves unfold and soak up the sun.

Tu'B'Sh'vat, which begins at sundown Friday, January 29, is traditionally celebrated by eating certain foods (figs, pomegranates, olives, dates and honey)or planting trees. In recent years, Tu B'Sh'vat has become the darling of Jewish environmentalists, and schools and synagogues have developed a wealth of materials to remind us of our duty to tend for the earth.
That's fine, but for me, a simple reminder that winter is going to end soon suffices.
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