Lugh is the ancient Celtic god of light in Ireland. His holiday, Lughnasadh, is usually celebrated around this time. August 3rd is the halfway point between Summer solstice and Autumn equinox. Lughnasadh is the beginning of the Harvest season according to their calendar.
This guy was the real deal. He was built like a Huey helicopter. He has those furry shoulders with the black spot. And those bug eyes. He was the biggest bumble bee that I have seen this summer. Thanks to him and his friends I have something to eat.
Eggplant or aubergine always grows slow for me. I see baskets of it on sale at the markets. But mine are still at the flower stage. They did suffer a setback with an attack of flea beetle but I think i got them all. So hopefully I will have some classic black eggplant one of these days.
This cauliflower will be ready in a few days…….or sooner. I was’nt expecting the purple colorization but I like it.
This is the mystery squash that re-seeded itself. It was suggested to me that it was an acorn squash. I’m not so sure. I am hoping that it is going to be one of those beautiful Cinderella pumpkins with that brilliant flash of orange. If you ask the universe……I will be happy with whatever I get.
This is one of the potentially good stories of the year for me. These are fava bean flowers and they look good with no scars or blemishes or evidence of insect attack. I have planted them before in the Spring with not great success. This year I tried for a Fall crop. If I get to pick fava beans then the tinkering will have been worth it. This is their last chance to deliver in this garden. Fingers crossed for fava beans.
The secret life of rutabaga. This is a new vegetable for me to grow. I am told that they are easy to grow in New England and they are also able to overwinter in the garden for Spring digging. This is exactly what I want. It will help me, I hope, to achieve one of my gardening aspirations. That is, having a productive micro garden 365 days of the year.
A baby zucchini or courgette, blossom still attached. This is another re-seed. This is good enough reason to love a compost heap. You just never know what you are going to get as a surprise. And if you get nothing, well, that’s the surprise too.
This is what a brussel sprout plant looks like in August……morning condensation on miniature sprouts. This is a long-haul plant for me. Brussels sprouts grow slowly but it is worth the wait. They are an exercise in patience. These will not be picked until Christmas.
………Buzz-kill! Nobody wants to see this. This wasp just folded, rolled over and that was it. An apian snuff-shot. Whatever is destroying the honey bees is also impacting wasps, hornets, and bumblebees. I have never seen this before in my garden.
This is another exercise in patience. It is August and I still have asparagus going snap, crackle and pop. Though it is their fourth year in my garden I picked very lightly. And I think I did the right thing by them, given their location. They will thank me next Spring with abundance.
This is the rest of the asparagus. All those little pods look like other worlds suspended in the asparagus belt. Asparagus is a fern. Ferns like woodland. Woodland suggests shade. The trick with asparagus is to have it go snap, crackle and pop before the leaves on the trees come out.
Traditional to Lughnasadh is the grain harvest and the baking of bread. Subliminal in the photograph is the image of the Cross. The notion or concept of The Cross can be traced back into antiquity. Bread symbolized the sun and fertility.
Garden supported simple cooking. Leeks, fennel, garlic, small tomatoes cooked in their own juices with olive oil. Yes, that is a black tomato, not an olive. Roasted monk fish medallions with just picked parsley and basil. Add lemon zest.
I found the last dandelion. It looks like fireworks but I guess it must be a trick of the light by Lugh. If I am lucky I can forage for dandelions next Spring.Thanks for reading. Eat like a peasant.