Now, we again harvest what we've sown.

In the ways of some of my ancestors, these days,
                              The end of July --  beginning of August,
Are the days when the sun really starts to deliver the sustenance that will take us through another year,




These are the days when we start to seriously reap what we've sown.




My ancestors called it Lughnasadh, named after Lugh Lamhfada, Lugh-of-the Long Arm, 
who was, 
       for a while,
           to some who inhabited Ireland
             the sun god, god of all the arts, all that is made  -
                                     He whose long arm reaches down and makes all that life possible.


Right Now, 
Summer is at it's maximum,
And just this past Saturday, we woke up in my house and it felt like a fall morning.

Cause right now, summer is at its maximum, and fall is a-comin' in.


You get a glimpse of it in the scent on a breeze,
In a certain kinds and qualities of the light,
          In the way the air feels, just in passing,  


Just now -
A glimpse of Fall.


SO, the change has begun,
And the Harvest has begun.


And we'll see how the harvest season will be.


                   May it be the best of what you've hoped for and husbanded.


                  May you thrive among all that it is.
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