August – a time of harvest and usually the busiest time of year for arable farmers. Wheat has been used for thousands of years for food, providing a staple which early agricultural civilization developed around. The British Museum has artefacts from Thebes, Egypt indicating its use at around 1500 BC.
Wheat provides complex carbohydrates which fuel the body and provides vitamins including some of the essential vitamin Bs. Wheat is the main ingredient in breads, pasta, crackers but it is more than that, it is used in many other products such as hair conditioners, adhesives on postage stamps oh and we mustn’t forget wheat beer.
It is thought that the Roman goddess, Ceres, protector of the grain, gave grains their common name today – “cereal”. At the time of writing this according to http://www.ukagriculture.com in the UK wheat is grown across 2 million hectares and producing about 16 million tonnes each year.
In more recent times there has been an increase in the amount of people with a wheat allergy with symptoms including hives, nausea, stomach cramps, vomiting, diarrhoea, stuffy nose, headaches, and asthma. Treatment often involves a lifelong gluten free diet and taking vitamin and mineral supplements. I have had a number of patients with symptoms associated with a wheat allergy seek out homeopathy.
The homeopathic remedy made from wheat (Triticum vulgare) was published in the January 1880 edition of The Organon: A quarterly Anglo-American Journal of Hom. Medicine and Progressive Collateral Science. Symptoms included a headache that started in the morning located across the eyes and forehead, worse after walking and stopping the head. There was also a symptom of the menstrual period occurring every two weeks.
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry ‘We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.