It has been a cold and very dry January. Open water has been a scarce resource for the songbirds that we feed. The heated bird bath failed. I bought and put out a new one, and the American Goldfinches found it within fifteen minutes.
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.
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.
We made a day trip to Pinery Provincial Park on Boxing Day. The weather was blessedly quite benign for late December, so we strolled on the beach. An earlier visitor built this structure out of driftwood they obviously found.
A Dark-eyed Junco skittered across a porch step after a recent snowfall.
I want to thank you, my dear readers, for visiting my blog. I also want to wish you merry Christmas, joyous Kwanzaa, hope you have had a happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, an excellent solstice, and a healthy, prosperous 2022.
Lucy will occasionally try to pick up two things. Here, with ball in mouth, she tries to pick up a Kong/rope toy.
She succeeded. Of course it was too quick to capture with the camera. What a talented girl.
We spent time shelling beans on a delightful November afternoon. Not much yield by volume – perhaps two cups – and certainly not enough to be self sufficient. Yet, we grew them.
And Lucy curled up in a favourite place – on the couch.
We boarded Fitzi and Lucy at the kennel while we were away. After bailing them out and bringing them home, they had running-jumping-and-playing time in the backyard.
After that fun time, Fitzi curled up in a favourite place – on a comfy bed in the laundry room.