The holiday of Tu B'Shevat always comes two days before my Hebrew birthday. (Remember that my Hebrew birthday is the one I prefer to acknowledge/celebrate now.) "Tu B'Shevat" literally means the fifteenth of the month of Shevat; my Hebrew birthday is the seventeenth of the month of Shevat.
Because Tu B'Shevat is so close to my birthday, this year I really want to celebrate it.
Tu B'Shevat is a new year for trees. Some people go all out and do a seder similar to what we do on Passover; to me, that is too much hassle and effort. A simpler celebration involves eating at least two fruits that one has not eaten in at least a year.
For me, one of those fruits is obviously figs. I love figs, and I rarely have them. For the other fruit, well, I'll have to see what the store has. Pomegranates tend to be a popular option; I myself particularly like starfruit, so we'll have to see.
Anyway. Tu B'Shevat, here I come, on February 11th. And then, my birthday, here I come, on February 13th.
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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