Hours of the Tide: The Feast of First Grains
You'll all be toasted tea soon enough.
And food for the dead, the devil, the dark.
And all traditions will pass onwards.
As they do.
I was never big on Lughnasa and Lammas; they aren't big parts or even really known parts of my culture and are not part of my regional celebrations, but, the Feast of Grains, High Summer and the Feast of Bread and Roses all occur at this time of year, and so it gives me something much like the bread-tide to look forward to.
This year, I grew my first ancient grain garden, specifically in the name of the Harvest Mother. Amaranth, barley, wheat, oat, poppy. They grew small, but well, and this first harvest is just the offering portion.
I wonder what the equinox will bring...
Amaranthus Day
Waters of blessing.
Grain of the eternal beloved..
Blade of death.
Flame of life.
Oh mother grain, may we honor the dead and feed the living.
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