Cucurbits and pomegranates

My last post, "Cucurbits for Miriam," and the dream that occasioned it had to do with members of the gourd family -- the pumpkin, the squash, the wax gourd, and the watermelon -- and with the sister of Moses.

This evening I ate a pomegranate for only the second time in my life, the first having been some 30 years ago.

I then sat down to read Red Warrior's Gift, the second of Rabbi Shaul Behr's religious time-travel novels. (Mormons of my generation may think of it as the Jewish version of Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites.) The Red Warrior of the title is Esau, and so far most of the action has taken place in his time, long before Moses.

Tonight I read a scene in which a Canaanite attempts to assassinate Esau, only to find that his sword has, as if by magic, been replaced with a cucumber.

A few chapters later, the setting has changed to Mosaic times, and the first person we meet in this new setting, one of the spies accompanying Joshua and Caleb, is carrying a "gigantic pomegranate" under his arm.