The full Harvest Moon hangs bright and heavy in the cold October sky. Smokey clouds dance across the glowing orb and the leaves rattle and cackle among the trees. There is a a dampness that chills the air and a hint frost; the first light touch lies close upon the earth and the musk of night surrounds and enfolds me.
The final harvest of the year arrives as the leaves burst forth with their hidden hues of orange, red and gold. How the light fades as the sun rises lower each morning and looses the height of the hot summer sun. The shadows rule the day and the night now, and they will for the next 4 months. The inner journey has begun.
Here in Maine, our lives are lived by the seasons of the year. We are all about the woodstove now. The stacking and the covering of the firewood is complete. The wood lies nestled in huge piles that create walls that will slowly be consumed and disappear by Spring. The woodstove ticks and pops in a satisfying way as the wind moans a little when it blows past the door.
I am thankful for the harvest this year. The Mother provides in so many ways, unexpected at times, but usually just what I need at the moment. Whether I realize it or not at the time...
Tomorrow I will harvest the final greens - the dandelions and the parsley. The last few peppers from the green house too.
Hope your harvest was all you hoped for!