Tundra Swans are on the move. I drove by a field and hundreds were flying, standing, resting.
Spring is here. I’m blessed to witness its arrival.
Tundra Swans are on the move. I drove by a field and hundreds were flying, standing, resting.
Spring is here. I’m blessed to witness its arrival.
Since Faye works midnights (boo hiss) starting Sunday night we decided to have a good Valentine’s Day meal today. We killed time at a thrift store before picking up our Valentines’ Day lunch and I found some small treasures. I like the Horatio Hornblower series, and have never read Sinclair Lewis. Both books appear to be first editions. ‘Breakfast in America’ has been on my ‘look for’ list for a while. Cost, all in? $2.54.
Thrift stores are great.

The Valentine’s Day meal? Really good Jamaican.
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.
