Lughnasadh

 

I swear the wheel of the year's accelerating, or maybe it's just the requirements and pace of modern life. Whatever. The blessing of Lughnasadh and first harvest is upon us. Raise a toast, the energy of the green man is spent, his time at an end (for now), his sacrifice will feed the tribes. I'd like to hope that folks literal and metaphorical seeds have born fruit, though a cursory glance about reality indicates that in both natural and human realms it's clear things aren't quite right, and they might not have. Still, we're always grateful for any bounties the fates bestow. Lughnasadh blessings to all. /|\ 

Lughnasadh

The wheel turns, a season matures and the world around us changes. With Lughnasadh's golden carpet and the burgeoning of first harvest upon us, it's easy to see the manifest fruits nature has afforded us. This year she's being particularly generous. Lughnasadh blessings y'all /|\

Lughnasadh

The wheel appears to turn at lightening speed these days, the seasons rushing past, it's quite alarming really, and now Lughnasadh is with us, already! It's astounding, it only seems like yesterday we stood on the cusp of spring. Now is the time of first harvest, the grain harvest, when we begin to gather in the fruits of our labours, as our plans sown as seeds in spring start to come to fruition (if we're lucky). Some of my plans have come to fruition, others are yet to bear fruit, while others came to nought. This has been a good year on the land, at the allotment the crops keep coming, tomatoes, potatoes, shallots, beans, greens, peppers, fruits and of course courgettes, so many courgettes.  Out in nature the first blackberries are out, apples are bowing their boughs, the nuts are swelling, mushrooms are poking through, and across the countryside the fields of grain stand golden. Fingers crossed, our harvest bounties continue. Lughnasadh blessings y'all.