Lammas or Lughnasadh, it it’s a time of harvest. The end of summer. When grains, apples, grapes are ready for harvest. When poppies bloom and we can see the tangible fruits of our labors. It is also time to honor the Celtic god Lugh, for some. For me, it’s a welcome change in the weather. It is a shift in the energy of the seasons. It marks a turn of the wheel.
It’s been very hot this summer, (in the high seventies/low eighties) in Alaska and summer tends to wear me out. Our summer is so brief and anticipated that much energy is depleted in an effort to do as much as possible. Swim, hike, plant, BBQ, picnic, take bike rides, work, socialize – it can be exhausting. Today, there was a chill in our second story apartment. For the past two months we’ve had four fans running non-stop. Baking for the most part, has been out of the question.
Despite the heat, I have done some baking. Cookies, and an apple pie made from scratch. Today, in honor of Lammas – I baked two loaves of braided white bread from scratch. A very simple recipe. The crust was crusty, and the insides were soft and hot – perfect with butter. Mayonnaise was used as a wash while baking, for the glossy look on the top as I was out of eggs.
I hope to post some rituals in honor of the season, and perhaps a photo of an altar later this month. It’s time to reap what we have sown this year, and I expect I will be reflecting on what I harvest for quite some time!