Bread--before and after.
It all begins by milking the ewes early in the morning.
Labaneh is made in quantity only a few months during the year.
I just happened to wander into a backyard and sighted all the production things.
Notice even the bags are made from sheep.
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But you can read about strained yogurt / labaneh in Wikipedia. 
The Bedouin also like to press the strained labaneh in its cheese cloth between two heavy stones and later sun dry it.
First, let's see two ancient masonry stone quarries in Jerusalem.
This thousands of years old quarry was found when I worked at a salvage dig of a Canaanite cemetery.
Moving on to modern quarries, here's one in the Givat Shaul neighborhood. 
Today the apartments and yeshivas have come right up against the old quarries. 
Further north, toward Haifa, this quarry is biting into Mount Carmel. 
But my favorite quarry photo is this memory of the great five days I lived in the village of Darajat, studying Arabic.
Earlier today I posted something for International Women's Day.
Today, Sunday, June 28, bloggers worldwide post in support of freedom-seeking people in Iran. Some of those posts can be seen via City Daily Photo.
"The wearing of the green" by a house!
This is the village where we studied Arabic and enjoyed home hospitality for five days.
The village is in the Negev desert. Several times a year they offer a 5-day immersion course in spoken Arabic.
One late afternoon some of the young people took us up the mountain on a hike to see the village from above. We saw the big quarry, a herd of camels, the area of the ancient Spice Route, and a desert sunset.
After breakfast of fresh pita, strong coffee, salads, and labaneh.
The matriarchs with the photo of the sheikh who started the village many years ago.
My dear hostess, in whose upstairs apartment I slept (on the floor).
Neighbor women watching the youngsters' Debka Troupe dancing for us.
Sheep milk is used to make labaneh. I asked to milk the sheep and clean the pen one morning and they let me! Kef!
All the women wanted to try out the mysterious camera of the American Pastor Suzanne (who is currently blogging about her time in Israel).
For several months a year the women are busy making big quantities of labaneh.
Scattered around the village are many ovens (taboon) that are kept warm all the time (burning dung). Two or three times a day the women come with their dough, flatten it like pizza, and put it directly on the hot rocks for a few minutes. Yum, hubez taboon flat bread! 
It takes a village to raise a child. = It takes many people to teach a child all that he or she should know.
In the swing. = If things are in the swing, they are progressing well.
I've got a bone to pick with you. = I have some complaint to make against you.
In someone else's shoes = It is difficult to know what another person's life is really like, so we don't know what it is like to be in someone's shoes.
In the saddle = If you're in the saddle, you are in control of a situation. 
In a jam = If you are in a jam, you are in some trouble.
In the driver's seat = In charge of something or in control of a situation.
I'll cross that road [or bridge] when I come to it. = I'll think about something just when it happens, not in advance.
Water truck delivering water to a house in an Arab village in the Negev. Not yet connected to the national water system.
Explaining the meaning of www in Hebrew to the young Arab pupils in Darajat village school's computer room.
Wind damage during a winter storm in my Jerusalem Hills moshav (village).
Whirling weathervane in the wind in Jerusalem.
Yes Dutch bloggers, Jerusalem has one too!
A late afternoon, dust-filled sky over a sheikh's tomb and the cemetery of Darajat in the Negev desert. This is through a zoom lens. The hill actually was quite far away. One of the things I had not enough time to visit during my 5-day stay in the village. Even after our daily six hours learning Arabic in the classroom, the evenings were filled with activities. 
Notice the beautiful dress embroidered in the village and the traditional strong black coffee serving set. For sale were more dresses and homemade olive oil and jars of labineh.
Off to the side these girls broke into dance to the inviting music of the oud. When they noticed we were watching, they giggled and did the shy thing, running off.
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The debka is a lively Arab folk dance with lots of bouncing and stomping. Darajat has its own debka troupe. Here their teacher leads them through the steps in the school yard.
The next day the youngsters performed for us.
Males and females may dance the debka but traditionally, they do so in separate groups.
The small boy in front is the raas, the head of the group, a good leader.
You'd never know it was a chamsin, with 100 degree heat. The young people went on jumping with boundless energy, enjoying themselves.
The pride of the dance troupe and of the villagers watching them was very moving in itself.
