Blessed Lughnasadh

roadside dandelion

Today is August 1st.

Lugh.

This Sabbat usually slips through my grasp, it seems to always come at an awkward time. Sweating through the long summer days I always at least acknowledge that it is the first of the harvest festivals and that brings me much joy. I always have a hope that summer is about to loosen her grasp but it is false and deceiving. We still have months of shining waving heat ahead of us, but Lugh is the first calendar sign that Autumn is coming. 

AnnaStacia

The Sea Wytch