This photo reminded me of those lovely trips we used to make in the spring from Baghdad to that land between the two rivers south of Mosul. I can picture the lovely flowers as in monet’s poppies. My Grand Father used to meet his team of shepherds who cared for his sheep. They used to follow the rain between Syria and Iraq. He had a large Bedouin tent, smoked Hubble-bubble and wear a hand made coat made from sheep skin. At dawn you hear the lambs calling their mums after the Bedouin milk them. We had a breakfast of a lovely fresh yogurt with a choice honey and date syrup.
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