Here is a beautiful and poignant poem for Lammas by Lorna Smithers at her blog.
Oh how things have changed. Right now here the sweet corn is at its height and hand picked, but the seed corn must dry out in a couple months for mechanized harvesting for cattle feed, seed corn, and bio-fuel. We have had a pretty good growing season here in the north-central Appalachians, a nice balance of rain and sunshine.
When i see the bread man collecting out of date loaves in the grocery store i always hope they donate it to food banks instead of the dumpster. A friend who used to work at that grocery told me the amazing amount of food thrown out while while the third world starves. I think America wastes about 40% of food produced and imported, a sin for sure.
The Wild Hunt has some good quotes and links on Lughnasadh, and I am going to try to embed a video below of Steve Winwood of Traffic singing their version of John Barleycorn Must Die. If i can’t embed it here i will post another separate post, perhaps with some pics of my humble Lammas celebration altar, if the sun comes out between storms today.
Didn’t think that would work on a reblog, so just follow the link.