I feel like the story of Tu B’shvat was started as some kind of a practical joke and then continued over the years (why does this sound familiar?…Tom Cruise (cough)). The birthday…of the trees? Are we supposed to sing to them?
When I got to work today, I was greeted by a nice spread of all kinds of fruits and nuts. That’s pretty amazing…don’t remember it happening in the States. I seriously couldn’t identify a lot of them. There was a long orange thing that wasn’t a carrot…papaya apparently. Who can recognize a fig? I couldn’t. Hard to make out all of them but there they are, on my plate. Chag sameach, everyone.
What happens when the tree turns 21? Do you pour a bottle of beer on it?