A Little Seasonal Note.

In less than an hour it will be August. The Lughnasa festival is well underway. No merrymaking for me, though, I’m happy to say, just the hint of a notion that the fading year is taking me down with it. And just in case anybody’s interested (which I suspect nobody is because nobody has any reason to be), the barley crop clothing several leas on the west side of the Shire has not been harvested yet. Too much rain recently.

And do you know what’s a shame? Every time I look at the ripe ears of barley, wheat or oats, I expect to see a fat little dormouse taking advantage of the bounty. In all my years of living in the countryside, I never have.