Of all the festivals on the Wheel, Lammas has given me the most trouble. Sacrifice to the land? Excuse me, I can’t even eat bread. (Yeast allergy, ho!) And waving wheat in my face does nothing but make me feel ill, because I really, really hate the taste. I’m a seriously weird person.
In any case, the major crops in my region are tobacco and cotton, not grain. I don’t want to celebrate the former, but the latter is actually quite important to everyday life, and I just realized through Google-fu that its harvest starts around the Fall Equinox – making Lammas the perfect time to pray for a good harvest of it.