As we spiral through the cycles of the seasons on our homestead, Lughnasadh comes to us as a time of balance … between sacrifice and blessing, hard work and reward, safety and danger.
Lughnasadh on the Homestead Remixed
The adventure goes on …
Our Adventures
As we spiral through the cycles of the seasons on our homestead, Lughnasadh comes to us as a time of balance … between sacrifice and blessing, hard work and reward, safety and danger.
After three years of drought, the rains of spring have brought an incredible intensity of life to our homestead… plants flourishing in variegated shades of green, flowers blossoming in profusion, and the bushes bending heavy with fruit. As we work hard to harvest the crop and complete projects before the coming of winter, it is wonderful to stop for a little while and enjoy the great beauty of Nature around us.
The Hawthorn, a tree that displays a prolific splendour of white or pink flowers at the beginning of May, is known by a variety of different names, such as “The May Tree“, “The Beltane Tree“, “The May Blossom“, “The Whitethorn“, “The Quick“, or simply the “May“.
We finally did it!! We bought ourselves a little tractor and figured out how to get it to our homestead!
I’ve been reading a lot of Irish mythology in the last little while. Looking at the English translations of the Old Irish (Gaelic), it is easy to see that many of these stories were once oral poems (probably originally translated from Proto-Celtic by the Christian monks). That got me to thinking about poetry …
A good friend has passed on. We are shocked by the suddenness of it, and saddened by the knowledge that his presence in this world is lost to us, that we shall not share another smile at the joys of life or spend another trip exploring the wilderness of this land together .
Just for fun, here’s a little historical fiction short story that I put together recently, based on the Irish Iron Age culture.
I wrote this little color piece for an e-zine back in August. It captures some of the joys and fears of summertime on our homestead.
On August 28th, we had the thunderstorm from hell. Lightning lashed, thunder boomed, and we all cowered in the cabin as the forces of Nature roared with wild violence around us.
We’re still here! Sometimes I think that’s pretty amazing.