Grandma Crone Speaks

Lughnasadh: First Harvest

 "As cornfields ripple in the late summer breeze and whisper golden promises of the grain harvest to come, we know deep within our psyche that the darkness is but a heartbeat away.” (Carole Carlton) A bonfire was roaring on the shore when the little girl emerged from the wood. The air smelled of fresh baked bread.… Continue reading Lughnasadh: First Harvest