There was a beautiful full moon last night shining in through out north east facing bedroom window from a clear sky. It was cold-we put the heating on in the evening for the first time.
The Anglo Saxons called the month of September, Halegmonath , the holy month. The venerable Bede, a monk writing in about 730 AD describes it more specifically as “the Month of Offerings”. As “Halegmonath” was equivalent to our September it is reasonable to assume this was the time for a major harvest festival. “(Refer here) In other cultures the September full moon is called the Wine moon to coincide with the grape harvest and and the Harvest moon. A strong theme of gathering crops seems to be widespread in the northern hemisphere.
A wonderful morning followed the beautiful night and I took these pictures before spending 2 hours on the allotment digging. I was careful to use physics to help with the turning over of the soil and stretched properly when I came home, before sitting on the bench in the garden, to enjoy a chocolate éclair and coffee. I decided 2 hours digging merited a cake!
Whilst sitting on the bench, one of my friendly pigeons (that I am netting crops against!) came and joined me in the garden.
This is the view from the bench (above) and here is the little patio rose I rescued from the supermarket when it was not looking as good as this. It is called Pink Tiara and has a sweet perfume. There are plenty of buds still to open.