There is something about an August full moon that feels different. Summer has not ended, but it has begun to reveal its limits. The days are still hot. The evenings may still carry the heaviness of summer air. Gardens are producing. Trees are full. Insects are loud. The world does not yet look like autumn. And yet the season is changing. You can feel it in the shortening daylight. You can see it in what has ripened. You may notice it in the first hints of fatigue after months

Magic is often treated as though once a working is complete, the job is finished. You enchant the object. You build the device. You charge the talisman. You bind the spell into the mechanism. Then, theoretically, it continues doing exactly what you intended. That sounds wonderfully convenient. It is also probably unrealistic. Anything that is used regularly changes over time. Mechanical devices wear down. Hinges loosen. Springs lose tension. Gears accumulate grime. Metal tarn

Honoring the First Harvest Lughnasadh arrives at a point in the year when summer is still strong, but the first signs of change are beginning to show. The days remain hot. Gardens are still producing. Fields are not yet empty. Trees are green, and autumn may feel far away. Yet the season has shifted. The first grains are ready. Fruits and vegetables are beginning to ripen in abundance. The work of spring and early summer is becoming visible in a form that can be gathered, pre

Welcoming the First Harvest By T.L. Duncan The Wheel of the Year is always turning, often more quietly than we realize. One season gently gives way to another. The days begin to shorten by only a few minutes at a time. Gardens slowly transform from blossoms to vegetables. Fields shift from vibrant green to shades of gold. Before long, we find ourselves approaching Lughnasadh, the first of the three harvest festivals. Celebrated around August 1, Lughnasadh (also called Lammas