Euphrosyne is our guide as we celebrate the harvest season and prepare for Winter’s barren time. In light of the way events are moving in our world, it becomes ever more important that we gather in what will feed us in whatever dark and hungry days that may lie ahead. We would do well now to talk to our grandmothers and other elders who remember and can teach us the old ways of living well, but within the constraints of difficult times.
For now we have crossed the threshold into the darkening of the year. We are less than six weeks from the final harvest of Samhain, and if the killing frost has not come to your hometown yet, it is surely on its way. Except, of course, for those who live in sunnier climes, or our friends below the equator who, of course, are celebrating the beginning of Spring.
By now, you should be completing all the harvesting of tender herbs, veggies and fruits. Even if a freeze hasn’t yet zapped your sensitive plant friends, the waning daylight and chill at night is not friendly for them. Either bring them indoors with you, or honor them as you reap them.
I like to sing songs of thanks to my summer annuals and herbs as I bid them goodbye. I make it up as I go along, singing to them of their special beauty, their splendid generosity, the ways that they have graced my table or my magic. And for those that I’ll be composting, I reassure them that they are returning to the dark, warm womb of Gaia, where they will be transformed with love to be reborn again next year in a new form.
Tomorrow, we’ll begin exploring some ways we can celebrate the harvest time with magic and beauty. May the cheer and festive Grace of Euphrosyne bring us bounty and wisdom for the days that lie ahead.