In the Pagan tradition, Lammas marks the middle of summer and beginning of the harvest season, and is celebrated at the beginning of August. It is considered a time of thanksgiving and is the first of the three Pagan harvest festivals. The Sun’s strength begins to wane and the plants of spring begin to wither and drop their fruits or seeds for our use as well as to ensure future crops. We experience a sense of abundance at the same time we begin to feel an urgency to prepare for winter. First grains and fruits of the Earth are cut and stored for the dark winter months.
This is what I harvested from the garden yesterday, awaiting attention in the kitchen sink. The tomatoes have been roasted now, and are waiting to be packaged and frozen. The melons are resting in the storage refrigerator out in Jim’s workshop. The cucumbers are becoming pickles as we speak.
We have much abundance to be thankful for.
Yesterday we burned the brush we have accumulated in abundance over the summer, the bonfire circle looks very tidy now. It was a long morning’s work, as we lit the fire very early while there was still dew everywhere. We kept it small and did not put too much on it at a time, wishing to keep it very much in control. Afterwards, we relaxed for most of the rest of the afternoon, enjoying our beautiful place.
The hummingbirds were enjoying the cardinal flowers and the cannas, which have just started blooming. I was sitting in the hanging chair under the pergola over the Hosta Dell, Jim was in the shade on the Thyme Walk.
I promise that I was wearing shoes during the burning process! I haven’t quite learned the art of fire walking just yet.
We were enjoying some nice cold margaritas and discussing plans for the place, especially the front yard. As we sat and talked, the hummingbirds would fly in and hover by the flower stalks. I managed to get one decent shot of the mother.
We could see them over on the canna lilies too, but there was no way I was going to get a shot of them clear over there. As I told Jim in my slightly inebriated state, “I would need a 200 horsepower lens to get a shot of her way over there.” For some reason, that struck us as a very funny statement and we both had a grand laugh.
We had the irrigation going on the Hosta Dell as we sat there, it made it feel extremely cool in the hot afternoon. The mist accumulated on one of the flower stalks.
It has been so hot and humid here even the mushrooms are moldy.
Maybe the first grains are ready to harvest according to Lammas tradition, but out in the meadow the big blue stem is just now flowering.
There was an amazing spiral form on the cucumber vine that has achieved the top of the asparagus patch.
A few more bloom scans.
“Ruffles and Lace”
“Waxing and Waning Sunflower”
Today we will put the bird net on the last row of grapes, so I must go out there and trim the side shoots to prepare for that job.
Happy First Harvest to you all. Blessed be.