Traditionally, at this time of the summer, there is a holiday for the "first harvest" which is focused on bread. Traditionally, or so I read, early August was when the grain harvest was begun. Honestly I am not sure about that, as when I lived in wheat growing country, in various locations in the US, I seem to remember the harvest beginning a bit later in the month and possibly going well into September. However it is, the tradition was codified by the Christian church into Lammas (in which a loaf of bread was blessed) and is also often referred to as Lughnasadh.
Not being a follower of any of those traditions, I just call it "first harvest" and use it as a time to be thankful for what my fields and flocks have provided me here on my four acres, and to reflect and plan a bit for the next year's efforts.
This year I have much to be thankful for! Despite ongoing tractor follies and, of late, increase pain and discomfort from the ol' knees, this is the first year since we landed her that I have been able to serve a harvest meal all but totally based in food grown on these lands! I say "all but" for the fact that we do not make the vinegar or oil required for mayonnaise.
In fact, not only our supper, but also our breakfast will come from the farm. We will shortly break our fast with a dish of new potatoes -- three varieties, dug yesterday -- fried with onions rescued from a swerve of the tractor/tiller two days past and eggs from our hens and ducks. The single mature duck has resumed laying after a rest, hopefully to soon be accompanied by her three young companions.
|Red Rangers, center, with Amerucana left and RI Red right.|
|Four small outdoor hex signs, in various stages of completion.|
Regardless of my recent difficulty walking on the rough, uneven ground I am so thankful to be here, now, doing all that I do.