Suddenly it was August 1, a cross quarter day, Lughnasadh (or Lammas) and the summer seems to be ready to end. Lughnasadh begins my favorite time of year. I can perceive the change occurring in the light. The days seem to be getting shorter. There is fog in the morning on the fields, wisps of clouds chasing across the road as I drive along. Change in the air and the promise of the harvest.
Lughnasadh, Mabon and Samhain are my three favorite holy days. They celebrate the bounty and the beauty of the earth but keep us grounded, make us realize that life is change; for, as the season progresses, we harvest the crops, the leaves change and drop from the trees, and the grass (finally) stops growing. This is the time of year when my memories of my parents become more prominent. I look forward to Samhain when I can send my respect and greetings to them and others who have passed.
This season is a celebration of life. Sweet corn, tomatoes, zucchini (lots of zucchini), blueberries, peaches, apples, all of these become ripe and ready to be eaten and enjoyed.
The light may be dying, heading toward winter and the long, dark, nights, but life burgeons. Enjoy the harvest and celebrate life.