Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Artemis Moon<\/p>\n
The evening of a fine day is a silk garment laid on to welcome the night.\u00a0 It caresses, soothes.\u00a0 It wraps itself around the shoulders and extends a brief embrace as light fades and the stars come out.\u00a0 It is, as my ancestors knew, a sacred time.<\/p>\n
These days of September are the evening of the growing season, a transition to the colder, fallow season of late fall and early winter.\u00a0 I’m glad they’re here.<\/p>\n
As with each day, each week, each month of the growing season there are tasks appropriate to the time.\u00a0 Here are a few of the ones we have left:<\/p>\n
Garden<\/p>\n
Bees<\/p>\n
Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Artemis Moon The evening of a fine day is a silk garment laid on to welcome the night.\u00a0 It caresses, soothes.\u00a0 It wraps itself around the shoulders and extends a brief embrace as light fades and the stars come out.\u00a0 It is, as my ancestors knew, a sacred time. These days of September … Continue reading Waning Day<\/span>