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.

On the beach.

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.

Pleased.

I was pleased and blessed to come across this slope covered with attractive flowers while I was out for a walk.. What they are I do not know. While humans may call these plants ‘weeds’ the many honeybees I saw were quite busy harvesting pollen.

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