Florida fall is officially here…for me, anyway. It’s an uncharacteristically cool August, bringing fall breezes that offer relief from the heat of the sun. The cycle is ever turning, ever calling us to stand still and absorb all that is going on.
Lughnasadh had us baking bread and mixing fruit salads, harvesting mint and lemonbalm and thyme, and making sun tea. We played and crafted seashell windchimes, homemade paints and chalks, and faery dwellings in the gardens. It’s truly been a beautiful, albeit quickly passing, summer. My little one starts kindergarten in a week; we’re excited and bittersweet about this next journey in our lives. But she’ll do great.
I wandered St. Pete over the weekend and stumbled upon an unlikely plant nursery; I’ve found a friend and fellow naturalist who makes his food from what he harvests from his garden. A beekeeper and yogi, he’s become my go-to for honey, herbs, and fruiting plants. I’ve brought back honey and spinach, lemongrass and mints. I’ve even brought home a lovely little patchouli plant just for Spirit workings. When I visit again in September, I’ll be asking some more questions with hopes of writing a piece about him and his garden and apiary.
But with the cyclic changes and the ever-nearing dark half of the year, I’ve been standing as if I’m on the brink of change. A very specific and benevolent change. The wind brings smells of the promise of autumn, and I can’t help but be eager to see what this next season will bring.
As always, keep dreaming, keep creating, and always welcome life’s blessings. 🙂