08/01/2013 by syrbal-labrys
This pagan sabbat is not one where we light a fire, sing, drink, eat, and dance. I’m not Wiccan, but I mark this first harvest holiday in my own way…this is a working holiday for me. For about a week either side of this day, my household picks berries, makes jam, cooks and/or bottles/kegs mead, dries herbs…and sometimes weaves together sheafs of grain. And I mourn my bees, who all died of colony collapse. We get no more buckets of cherries without my bees. But honeybees come here from other places and I am getting cucumbers this year and hope for pumpkins, too.
I do most of the things on that above list, but don’t know if the produce I buy is mostly local because so many of the one-time producers sold their land to be covered in giant warehouses or housing developments. But I am trying, year by year, to grow more of my own food. It takes some practice, we have a rather short season here and global climate change is making that even more tetchy. We will keep at it.