It’s the ending and the beginning of the Celtic year also known as the Autumn Cross-Quarter or Halloween. A magical time when the veil between the seen and the unseen world becomes thin; when the line between matter and spirit is blurred.
It's almost dawn,As the grey sky
Reaches down to the earth.
In the garden,
The rain washes every leaf
And dimples the dull puddles.
As Mother Earth reveals herself,
Communing with the world, and me.
I will be taking a break from posting here but plan to return for the Winter Solstice on the 21st of December. However, I shall continue to read and comment on those regular blogs that I follow. Until then, keep well and safe.
The scent of retting lingers,
Some weeks ago, a fellow blogger, Mark (*1), challenged his readers to write a haiku about cotton. Like me, Mark follows the seasons in his blog. At that particular time the cotton plant was beginning to open. Of course where I live we don’t grow cotton and so having no experience of that process I wondered if there was something here, in these wetter, cooler lands that could be written about.
What came to mind was flax, the plant from which linen is made, and not so many years ago it played a massive part in the life of this island. Finding out something about it here was easy enough; the website for National Museums NI (*2) has lots of information but I wondered if anyone still grew and produced flax. Eventually I came across a farm in County Tyrone (*3) who’s ethos was to grow and produce flax using traditional methods in a sustainable and environmentally friendly way. Making contact with the farm, I was able to arrange a visit for my wife and myself on a glorious late September morning. Accompanied by Helen and Charlie we tramped over their fields along with their dogs, and actually pulled some missed stems of flax. We also helped to pick some of the remaining hedgerow blackberries.
How privileged we were, hearing the farm’s story and their plans for a sustainable future. Perhaps next year we will return to see the fields filled with the “wee blue flower”.
Everywhere,Carried on the autumn wind,Golden memories.
(Retting: the process of soaking the flax in water to help soften the stalks so that the flax fibres can be separated from the core and outer casing. The smell is very distinctive).
Here in the northern hemisphere it is that time when both night and day are of equal length and from here on daylight reduces and the nights become longer. It’s a time for preparing for the colder months but it is also an opportunity to plan for the months beyond the winter.
It’s almost the middle of July and the night skies are light until late. However, if you want to look beyond our solar system, the James Webb Space Telescope has produced amazing pictures of deepest space.
Closer to home, on the 13th July here in the UK, we may see something amazing in the early evening!
For those who lift their eyes from the earth,