Lammas

The Rigs O' Barley It was upon a Lammas night,     When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light      I held awa to Annie : The time flew by wi' tentless heed,      Till 'tween the late and early, Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed      To see me thro' the barley. -- Excerpt from THE RIGS OF BARLEY by Robert Burns

If you've not read this poem, look it up some time.  The warmth and love of this sensual poem do much to bring forth the sensual warmth of this festival.  This is a time of fruition for many Western lands - a time when the first harvests are coming in, and the bounty of grain is celebrated.  The date has varied over the centuries as standardized calendars have changed.  However, most of those pagans who celebrate this holiday do so on August 1st.

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