Traditions.

As my blog title states I used to live in Texas. Like most, if not all, folks who grew up in, or lived for a substantial part of their life in any part of the world, there were traditions. 

One of those traditions was eating ham and black-eyed peas on New Year Day, because it was a kind of tradition in the southern US that this meal was thought to bring good luck in the new year.

Carrying on a tradition can provide familiarity and a sense of ease in unsettled, unsettling, times. So we had ham and black-eyed peas for dinner yesterday. Behold.

And it was good. Although the presentation was different from my childhood plate, the gist – ham and black-eyed peas – was there.

We will see what 2022 brings. I hope it brings you good fortune.

I will (and did) gladly accept . . .

We went for a good walk at Rondeau Provincial Park on New Year’s Eve. What was a dank, dark, gloomy day at home became an agreeable day at the lakeshore. While some might have grumbled a bit about the total absence of snow, I will (and did) gladly accept what The Maker Of All Things saw fit to grace us with that day.

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