Lammas Bread

I keep trying to find meaning  
in the circular nature of my life  
like trying to find the corner
in a round room  
 
My Celtic ancestors  
celebrated the seasons  
found meaning in the ordinary  
cycles of life
(and probably drank  
too much mead at every festival)
 
February 1 in the Southern Hemisphere  
day of the autumn harvest  
and I'm attempting to make  
Lammas Bread for the first time  
 
The recipe wasn't handed down  
through the generations  
I found it on a clothing website  
that sells gothic outfits  
but I figure it's as good a place as any  
to take a recipe and make it my own  
 
I'm pretty sure I used the wrong flour
and Australia doesn't produce  
or sell buttermilk  
but I think the Goddess will  
take my vinegar and almond milk offering
and be pleased  
 
(Unnamed Mother
I apologise for not being able  
to find any lemon juice
where does vinegar come from anyway?
 
Never mind
I'll just google it)
 
I'm not sure if trying to connect  
to old new traditions  
will help bring grand meaning  
to the measure of my days  
but I accomplished something  
even if it's something as simple  
as a loaf of bread  
made with love
on the day of the autumn harvest  
where I literally harvested nothing  
because we left the herb garden  
at the previous house