This is a new one for me; I am looking forward to Lugus’ feast for the first time in as long as I can remember. Perhaps this is because I will be making an actual harvest, a harvest in terms of taking those which I have grown and fretted over – never before has my first thought upon seeing rain fall been; ‘cool, the veggies will be getting a drink’. I have already harvested my carrots and the rest of the broccoli will be coming out in the next few days and the onion harvest will be a week or two away. I have been incredibly lucky with my allotment in general (although the beans went a bit squiffy), with virtually no pest damage (the Cabbage White Butterflies literally only turned up the day I was harvesting the bulk of the broccoli) and superb weather for it (lots of sun, occasional rain) so am incredibly grateful for that.
Back in the day when I was digging over the allotment prior to planting I made libations to Ambactonos and offered him hymns at the four corners of the allotment. Some of my first harvests were offered to him. As the onions start coming up and he beans hopefully start producing I will be making another offering of thanks and libations as the ground is dug over and made ready for next year.
A few weeks after that I will be looking to take advantage of the wild harvest; elderberries, blackberries, a wild pear tree some friends have in their garden which they don’t want to eat from plus whatever I can find that is edible or inedible but of use in the coming year.
With all this harvest I will be freezing, drying, pickling and jamming – those skills about the homes that fall under the crafts of Lugus and Briganti. And that I think is where he comes into it; the many skilled, the deft handed, the one who guides the hand when turned to something.
I am beginning to see him as a god of culture, of civilisation, of those things which have allowed us to gather, prepare and preserve and set aside in order to survive the coming winter. All those things which will come to the fore over the coming weeks and months and for that, for tapping into that stream and paddling into it for a while I will be offering my thanks and making my libations.
Yes, for the first time in a long time this coming feast holds meaning and promise and a little hint of excitement.