The moss was spongy and damp beneath my feet. Ruby red haws hung on bare branches and soft, plump drips of water plopped from wet leaves overhead. I put my hand on the trunk of the hawthorn tree. I gave an offering of wholemeal Irish flour and a few calendula flowers, and I thanked the land for its bounty this Summer.

A traditional fruit bread made with fruit soaked in beer or tea. At Samhain it was used for divination. Small symbols were added to the mix representing different futures for the finder.