Futhorc
Ger is the good season, which the poem describes as the earth bringing forth bright fruits for rich and poor alike. A return that arrives on the season's own schedule and does not check who deserved it. September brings something in. The rune is emphatic that the timing belongs to the year rather than to your effort, which cuts against the instinct to work harder as the month closes. Be ready to receive rather than trying to accelerate. What ripens now was decided months ago; what you do this month decides a harvest you will not see until next year. What you can do this month is prepare the ground for a return you will not see until next year, which is unglamorous work and the only kind that decides a harvest in advance.