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* * * SABBATS * * *The first of the veggies for 2008! Yellow, Butternut and Zucchini on the way as well as eggplant, okra, tomatoes and peppers!
We celebrate the first fruits of harvest at Lughnasadh. The earth's bounty coming forth. As autumn approaches the farmers continue to reap the benefits of months of hard work.
Mabon heralds the Autumn Equinox. Days are getting shorter and nights cooler. The earth is preparing for the winter slumber to come. Autumn is my favorite time of year. The cool refreshing breezes call me outdoors and I love to walk in the woods and hear the rustling of the leaves on the path. Mother Earth paints magnificent scenery as the leaves turn their colors. Apples and pumpkins abound and the goodies made from those make your mouth water!
Turn once more, Wheel of the Year,
Let Autumn's splendor now appear.
Turn inward now to search your heart,
And let the transformation start.
Cordelia - Mabon 2008
Autumn Leaves by John Everett Millais
The Autumn
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them -- The summer flowers depart -- Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone, Except your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be in your mind; And how you heard the green woods sing Beneath the freshening wind. Though the same wind now blows around, You would its blast recall; For every breath that stirs the trees, Doth cause a leaf to fall. Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth That flesh and dust impart: We cannot bear its visitings, When change is on the heart. Gay words and jests may make us smile, When Sorrow is asleep; But other things must make us smile, When Sorrow bids us weep! The dearest hands that clasp our hands, -- Their presence may be o'er; The dearest voice that meets our ear, That tone may come no more! Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth, Which once refresh'd our mind, Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods, The chilling autumn wind. Hear not the wind -- view not the woods; Look out o'er vale and hill- In spring, the sky encircled them -- The sky is round them still. Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold -- Come change -- and human fate! Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound, Can ne'er be desolate.