Today we celebrated Heritage Day in South Africa, a day I wrote about last year as well.
Today we celebrated many aspects of our heritage:
We spent time with our chosen family: friends visiting from Cape Town, and local friends. Their girls were flabbergasted once when they realised our boys aren't their real cousins!
I had a French breakfast, remembering that some of my ancestors were Hugenotes who came to South Africa from France.
I sowed vegetables, like many of my ancestors who were farmers.
I crocheted, like my grandmothers did, and their mothers and grandmothers before them.
I guerilla-planted some Afrikaner-seedlings (marigolds), because Afrikaners have always been a little rebellious and did things they shouldn't.
I'm still going to read a new Afrikaans book, with a four word-title containing three languages (only in Mzansi).
We spent time outside in the sunshine; the boys rode their bikes, we ate early mulberries off the trees in the open erf next door.
I wore local-is-lekker clothing - loose linen pants by Ilse Menck, a Mongoose handbag of Design Team fabric.
I made one of Madiba's favourites dishes, sweet chicken.
I made my mom's Marmite tea cake, a family favourite.
We made a huge fire, just because.
This what I celebrated of my heritage today.