And here we are. The first day of August.
Of significance is the reality that this day marks the halfway point between Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox. Traditionally, this marked the beginning harvest time. The sort of harvesting that would with any luck keep your family and farm fed through the long cold days of Winter.
I get lost in thinking about those days. With the luxury of grocery stores and electricity and running water on my side, I fully admit to a romantic version of how life was.
I can't help but think that the head, heart and hand aspects of living in accordance to the seasons would only serve to better the world. For all things.