How swiftly the time of harvest comes!The fields in Lanark are waist deep in timothy, alfalfa and various clovers, and the first hay cut of the season is in full swing this week.
The air seems to shimmer in the June heat, and it holds the fresh tangy fragrance of new mown hay, the winnowed fields lying in tidy heaped arrangements under the early sun. There is the resonant whirring grumble of combine harvesters everywhere, a buzzing of crickets, the golden euphoric hum of bees and wasps taking their nourishment from heads of blooming red clover.
It is only a few days until Litha and the Summer Solstice, and when I looked at my Lunaria calendar this morning, I marvelled at how quickly the year turns.
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Cate, The farmer whose land is adjacent to ours cut his hay yesterday also. Your reflections about this time of year are just right for the way the season feels. You've expressed it perfectly!
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