Sunday 1 August 2010

Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh and the wheel turns once more, crops in the fields ripen, young born in spring find thier feet, while the first fruits of the forest begin to bow their boughs, plants which burgeoned forth in spring now drop thier seed for next years shoots and although noticeably the sun begins its transit into winter and the nights begin to draw, we rejoice in the first harvests, reaping what we've sown and gratefully gathering favours from the wilds.

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