It’s lovely you call it blackberry moon, because I call it blueberry moon here in Maine. Over the last week, me and my family have been harvesting the wild blueberries on our property. On Lammas, we stood in the kitchen sorting through a huge bowl of them. I felt very in tune with my ancestors and with the season while participating in such a traditional activity. Lammas and the days that followed were mild and sunny and I was able to spend time out in the garden, looking at everything that is still blooming. You also inspired me to take photos and forage for some keepsakes such as feathers, pine cones, and twigs. Perhaps I’ll even keep my own personal journal of the seasons in my new home! 😊
So lovely to read your beautiful words Imogen, I felt weary yesterday and had no energy for my usual Lammas shenanigans, I managed a short walk and gathered some wheat and Rowan berries and made a little “thing” to hang in my front porch, my daughter bought me sunflowers and I also had a little harvest from the allotment, now I’ve typed these words out I realise what I did was enough, it was a gentle day of gratitude. Disappointed about the cloud cover and not seeing the Moon last night but the energy was there for sure, I’m feeling a little more energetic today so hope to make bread and will try your recipe as it sounds so good and easy. Thank you once again for sharing such magical moments. Lammas blessings to you 🌾🌻🌞
Dear Tina, I’m happy that writing down all those ways you marked Lammas have helped you to realise that you actually did a lot! Such beautifully meditative acts. I never think these things need to be anything other than simple. Speaking of which, I hope you’ll enjoy the bread if you try it. Mine came out really nicely and far better than last year’s when I included too much dark rye flour. And as I always say, Lammas is a tide not just a day, so I’m hoping to fit in some more gentle markers of the season. The first blackberries call! Sending best wishes to you for renewed energy and many blessings of the season 🌾☀️
Hello Imogen. Thank you for Beautiful writing for Lammas. It’s the time of true golden days, golden grasses, flowers, skies. I enjoyed the poem with the Lions. Today I pick the first blackberries, which suddenly appeared after the first rain we’ve had in three months! Blessings to you on this super moon.
Thank you Cornelia, and yes it truly is a golden time isn’t it? From my bedroom window I can see a field dotted with the most vividly coloured straw bales that you can imagine; I think because we’ve had so much dry weather earlier in the season. And the first blackberries have suddenly ripened here too! Somehow they seem to know they need to catch up. Lots of crumbles to be made, which is a lovely thought. Lammas tide blessings to you.
It’s lovely you call it blackberry moon, because I call it blueberry moon here in Maine. Over the last week, me and my family have been harvesting the wild blueberries on our property. On Lammas, we stood in the kitchen sorting through a huge bowl of them. I felt very in tune with my ancestors and with the season while participating in such a traditional activity. Lammas and the days that followed were mild and sunny and I was able to spend time out in the garden, looking at everything that is still blooming. You also inspired me to take photos and forage for some keepsakes such as feathers, pine cones, and twigs. Perhaps I’ll even keep my own personal journal of the seasons in my new home! 😊
So lovely to read your beautiful words Imogen, I felt weary yesterday and had no energy for my usual Lammas shenanigans, I managed a short walk and gathered some wheat and Rowan berries and made a little “thing” to hang in my front porch, my daughter bought me sunflowers and I also had a little harvest from the allotment, now I’ve typed these words out I realise what I did was enough, it was a gentle day of gratitude. Disappointed about the cloud cover and not seeing the Moon last night but the energy was there for sure, I’m feeling a little more energetic today so hope to make bread and will try your recipe as it sounds so good and easy. Thank you once again for sharing such magical moments. Lammas blessings to you 🌾🌻🌞
Dear Tina, I’m happy that writing down all those ways you marked Lammas have helped you to realise that you actually did a lot! Such beautifully meditative acts. I never think these things need to be anything other than simple. Speaking of which, I hope you’ll enjoy the bread if you try it. Mine came out really nicely and far better than last year’s when I included too much dark rye flour. And as I always say, Lammas is a tide not just a day, so I’m hoping to fit in some more gentle markers of the season. The first blackberries call! Sending best wishes to you for renewed energy and many blessings of the season 🌾☀️
Hello Imogen. Thank you for Beautiful writing for Lammas. It’s the time of true golden days, golden grasses, flowers, skies. I enjoyed the poem with the Lions. Today I pick the first blackberries, which suddenly appeared after the first rain we’ve had in three months! Blessings to you on this super moon.
Thank you Cornelia, and yes it truly is a golden time isn’t it? From my bedroom window I can see a field dotted with the most vividly coloured straw bales that you can imagine; I think because we’ve had so much dry weather earlier in the season. And the first blackberries have suddenly ripened here too! Somehow they seem to know they need to catch up. Lots of crumbles to be made, which is a lovely thought. Lammas tide blessings to you.