|Balloon man at the Farmers' Market|
The Celts called it Lughnasad after the God Lugh. It is the wake of Lugh, the Sun-King, whose light begins to dwindle after the summer solstice. The Saxon holiday of Lammas celebrates the harvesting of the grain. The first sheaf of wheat is ceremonially reaped, threshed, milled and baked into a loaf.I snagged that information from this website, which is filled with interesting tidbits about the holiday. This morning I got up and headed out to join the Fairhaven walkers, my usual Saturday morning routine, and we sat around afterwards, drinking iced coffee and looking at the pictures of Terry and me on our skydive, while the ladies chimed in about whether they ever would or wouldn't do the same thing. Terry said she's glad she did it but wouldn't do it again. The freefall was just too overwhelming. It's funny, that was the part I couldn't wait to experience again, but that said, I was always a skydiver. There was just a time when I hadn't made a jump yet. (smile)
Then I went to the Farmers' Market to see all the people out enjoying the sunshine. I didn't really have anything to buy, but I wasn't quite ready to come inside. It is 3:00pm and 79 outside, heading for 82, according to the weather gods. When there's no breeze, that's a tad on the warm side for me. At least I wasn't climbing any mountains today, and going into air-conditioned stores kept me comfortable.
I've got to water the garden really well this evening, since I just sprinkled it this morning and everything is parched and needing some attention. My second batch of lettuce is doing great, and my beets are happily coming into existence. This is the second planting of them, too. The month of August should be the last of the intense heat around here, so I'm actually looking forward to September. I wonder why August is the hottest month, when the days are longer in July? I'll look it up online, but not right now. I've got a good book to bury myself in.
Which reminds me: I finished The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Olympics. It's a historical story about the University of Washington rowing team that made it to the Olympics in Nazi Germany, winning against all odds. I simply couldn't put the book down once I got halfway through it. Daniel Brown, the author, is a really great writer. I'll happily read anything he writes. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
That's it for now, from my little corner of the universe during Lammas. Hope you're doing well and enjoying yourself, too!