This morning, when I woke up it was raining. Once, it dawned the rain moved out, and the fog rolled in. But the fog was only short-lived. I’m glad we are getting a break from the 80/90 degrees weather. Today, the high is supposed to be 75℉ (24℃). It’s humid, but it is bearable.
Lughnasadh, also known as Lammas, is the festival of the First Harvest. It’s held from the 1st to the 2nd of August, halfway between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox. This festival is named after the Celtic God Lugh It focus on the First Harvest of crops and offering them to the Deities.
Nature stands at the threshold of Autumn, it is still filled with summer’s warm delightful energy, yet there is something in the orange-tinted sunlight that speaks of change. Dusk arrives a little sooner than anticipated. The grain in the field and the fruits and vegetables in the garden begin to ripen.
We celebrate our progress and achievements, as well as the harvest at hand. We celebrate, knowing that we must stay focused on the crops that are still ripening. It is a time to reconcile our hopes with our fears. We joyfully receive the first rewards for our efforts, yet we still await the outcome of the remaining crops.
Lazy summer afternoons,
Walks along the beach,
Balmy evenings, cloudless skies,
Stars just out of reach,
Sailing on a quiet lake,
Hammocks in the shade …
These are simple treasures
Of which, August days are made.