Litha is the month of the Mother, she who is life-giver to all here below. Feel her presence in the burgeoning earth beneath your feet. Taste her kisses in the suculance of ripe berries, in grapes fresh from the vines. Know her in the quiet evenings, in mist upon a distant hill, in the sweet perfume of new-mown hay, wild roses and honeysuckle. The full moon climbs into a sky as dark and soft as velvet, her only herald the night birds calling from their nests. Stretch out upon the grass and let your mind and heart hear her voice in the stillness. Yet below the sweetness of summer, lies the knowledge that the year turns now towards winter. Each day to follow will be shorter now that that which came before. Remeber that this is a time of harvest to prepare for the cold months to come. What do you need to do now to prepare yourself? Think on the parable of the grasshopper and the ant. Which are you?.