BENNACHIE

A flat, grey day
Not the bubbling cloud of yesterday.
But still plenty of light
and every time the sun found a chink,
it created a visual feast.
The harvest seems to be about three weeks ahead of itself.

May the rains sweep gentle across your fields,
May the sun warm the land,
May every good seed you have planted bear fruit,
And late summer find you standing in fields of plenty.

Old Celtic Blessing