Undetected, Hairst, time of the First Harvest, also known as the first day of Autumn (in our wheel of the Earth’s cycle) has begun.
July left us with magnificent shades of blue, pale pink, orange & crimson. Lugh, the Celtic sun god, kindly reminded us of the great cycle of seasons, and that summer must now glide through the equator…

First Harvest

As I wander around our fields and meadows, hay bales have made their appearance. Birds on the move once again, they congregate in large numbers now the silage has disappeared. Within a week or two, many of our breeding waders – shalder, or oystercatcher to name but one – will be less heard inside our sky.

The island crofter makes fodder in preparation for winter.


It is the start for rich pickings – seeds & wild berries… Earth, animals and men are harvesting the abundance summer let grow. Every morning, our avian friends come sing and feed. The breeding season may have ended for most of them, but I still watch summer’s fledglings perch and feast onto ripe nettles. Sparrow parents are still busy around our trees, fenceposts & daeks (drystone walls).
Yesterday, we too cut our meadow-y patch by the hut, but left a generous quadrat for nature –


Moths, bumblebees and other insects can still feast on flowers’ nectar. Far too aware of their own needs, the garden feels a sanctuary. We have been graced with amazing specimens, such as the Beautiful Golden Y (over seventeen recorded yesterday alone!)

and the too delicate Gold Spot 🙂


Last night, on the last day of the Earth’s summer, Lugh treated us with a flamboyant sense of light, with a true sense of our northern blue;


and watched it set in the comfort of the garden, till twilight overrode crimson.
We felt serene on our final Simmerdim night.

Stars have returned with darker night. Around midnight, I watched in awe Full Sturgeon Moon shine on water.
Lugh’s refraction, using our only satellite, I still felt its might around us…
Time for more tricks!

Now, we too must be preparing for the shortening days.




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2 responses to “Hairst

  1. morrolesssocks

    such a short season…sometimes over in a blink here (if we see the change at all!)
    But do I like to see the goldening and the burnishing of nature…one last, magnificent change before winter!

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