Summer is flying by and here we are at the first of August. Even though it’s in the triple digits where I am, our days are slowly growing shorter and our shadows longer. We’re entering harvest time.
The Harvest by Vincent van Gogh
Today is what the ancient Celts called Lughnasadh (pronounced 'loo-na-sa'). The medieval Christian name is Lammas. Whatever it's called, August 1 marks the beginning of harvest season and was traditionally a time of community gatherings, market festivals, and reunions with distant family and friends. It is still honored in many places around the world.
A Lughnasadh tradition is to bake bread with the season's first wheat. I’ve made a loaf of Cinnamon Raisin Bread. This morning I will spend time writing in my journal using prompts from School of the Seasons as there are other sorts of harvest in addition to food.
Source: World Food Programme
In this time of bounty for many of us, I’m mindful of those who go hungry. If you want to help fight hunger, a simple Google search will net you numerous humanitarian organizations—locally, nationally, and world-wide. I’ve made my choice.
Although I don’t personally have crops to harvest, I sincerely thank those whose hard labor provides us the blessing of food on our tables.