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“My Gods, What Have I Done?”
The Talking Heads Wrote the Perfect Lammas Song
We have been living in the midst of the bright, chugging energy of summer. Hot days. Long nights. Some of us are enjoying new ability to move about the community, courtesy of vaccines. We are all of us in a rhythm that has been building since those first halting moments of spring when life began bursting forth from the seeds. At Midsummer, we saw that lightness technically reach its highest point. And yet the energy rolled on, blew past the peak, rolling and bubbling on.
And then, right around Lammas, is when it hits us — we aren’t where we thought we were, and this is all going to change really, really soon.
All those bright fruits on the trees, the leafy greens and colorful veggies coming up from the ground will need to be gathered in earnest. All that brightness and warmth is going to give way to wind and cold and snow.
And even as we are bubbling along in the warmth and sunshine, we are halted in our tracks. We must consider: What do we actually have? What have we accomplished? How did we we get here? We will have to harvest soon. What exactly have we been growing? What did we plant and what has it yielded? What plants have shown up and “volunteered” in the garden without us planting? Do I have what I need to complete the harvest? Are…
