Tonight is the harvest moon, the full moon that falls closest to the autumnal equinox. This time of year, the moon rises very shortly after sunset, and farmers used to extend their shortening fall days with the light of the harvest moon. I thought about cooking up some sort of harvest festival thing to celebrate the occasion -- I'm always trying to think of ways to start some sort of pagan tradition -- but as usual I started planning too late. The feast of just-harvested crops, games, and romance will instead consist of pesto and garlic bread, an episode or two of Dexter, and . . . well, possibly some romance. Those pagans were always trying to work sex into their celebrations, an effort I heartily support.
Those of you in search of a little pagan excitement this evening might want to check out the original Wicker Man.