Sukkos has come and gone, and with it, our sukkah.
Like Sara Crewe planning a party in the attic, I know that our sukkah is nothing more than a few boards, some plastic chairs and tables, laminated posters, and foil chains. But, when you put them all together, there's something beautiful about it. And, when you take it all down, there's the feeling that Miss Minchin crashed the party (did I mention that A Little Princess was one of my favorite books as a kid? It was.) Walk into our sukkah. The tables are covered with white cloths and drinks of all descriptions. Posters of Jerusalem, and of various flower-decorated brachos hang over the walls. A large tarp stretches across the back wall, hiding the plywood underneath. Two cloth pictures, one of the Temple, another if King David's palace, cover the other wall. Lights glisten off the chains that hang from the schach, and off our silver becher, saltcellar and honey dish. Candles glow from a corner. And, when I was taking it down and packing it away, there was a bittersweet feeling. The magic was gone, and our beautiful sukkah was back to bare boards and plastic tables.
See you next year!
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