I’ve been busily crafting and writing. I just finished a wedding present for some beloved friends, but I can’t post the pictures until after they recieve it! My harvest this year is one of both the fruits of my gardening labour and also of happy lessons learned during the bright half of the year. Tomorrow I plan on posting about all the kitchen witchery I’ve been up to lately – harvesting from the garden, brewing mead, and cooking feasts…
Until then, here is some old liturgy to celebrate the season as well as mourn the loss of the bright half of the year and the withdrawal of the sun:
Afield, afield, out in the open field!
There a golden plough goes ploughing,
And behind that plough is the Lord Himself.
The holy Peter helps Him to drive,
And the Mother of God carries the seed corn,
Carries the seed corn, prays to the Lord God,
“Make, O Lord, the strong wheat to grow,
The strong wheat and the vigorous corn
The stalks there shall be like reeds!
The ears shall be plentiful as blades of grass!
The sheaves shall be in number like the stars!
The stacks shall be like hills,
The loads shall be gathered together like black clouds
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The ring has fallen, has fallen,
Among the guelders and raspberries,
Among the black currants.
Disappeared has our gold,
Hidden amid the mere dust,
Grown all over with moss.
Songs of the Russian People by W.R.S Ralston, 1872
