First harvest, and the cereal fields are now empty bar stubble, John Barleycorn has been and gone. With Lughnasadh upon us the wheel appears to turn ever faster; or is that just me? Celebrate the harvest, soak it all in, it's been a hell of a summer, soon enough our attention will be drawn to Autumns' approach, already some mornings you can feel its' tendrils reaching out. The wheel keeps on turning. Lughnasadh blessings /|\
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