ABSTRACT
LAG B'OMER fell on a cloudless day in the month of May. The sky was blue, as only those who have visited Palestine know it can be. The early morning air was fresh and fragrant with the scent of flowers, when streams of young and old from Jerusalem trudged along with happy faces, each carrying a basket of gaily-coloured 'kerchiefs tied up by the four corners filled with good things for the Feast Day. The children ran, skipped, or sang, as cheerily as the birds, out of real joy of heart.
