Ok, I concede that my previous post was a lazy bag of mashings. Sometimes it is easier to post a video than to think of something interesting to write.......
Nothing of great interest has happened today. I caught up with some shopping, and cleaning and have pottered for most of the day...but the appearance of a little bowl of fruit did prick my attention.
After Chris went to Church this afternoon, I suddenly realized that he had forgotten his carrier bag of " Harvest Festival " goodies, which I had bought from Tesco this morning.
(The Church at this time has always decorated with fruit and veg and boxes and cans of food and toiletries . The cans, packages and toiletries are always donated to the homeless shelter down in Rhyl)
Anyhow, as the congregation was singing We Plough The Fields And Scatter , I tip-toed into the Church porch and dropped off the foodstuff next to the baskets of fruit and piles of apples and oranges which decorated the porch seat.
In the centre of the seat was an vintage fruit dish filled with shiny blackberries and over it was a handwritten sign which said " washed Ready to eat". A serving spoon and a collection of little bags lay nearby
I guessed rightly that the blackberries were a sweet thought by Mrs Trellis to the congregation .
A kind little snippet , from a dying tradition.
Mrs. Trellis made my eyes water. They don't make them like that anymore.
ReplyDeleteYes Donna...I too thought it rather sweet
DeleteHow wonderful. It is so important to continue to embrace and celebrate all the sweet thoughts and actions in this world...good will overcome eventually...isn't that what we all hope and pray for? x
ReplyDeleteIt is so nice. I find my self thinking about Trelawynd a lot. What a wonderful place to live in.( i know a lot of villages here, no one is like Trelawynd).
ReplyDeleteYael....I am a firm believer that you find nice things when you LOOK for them!
Deleteright. I shall remember it.
Delete... although you might have to look harder in some places, it is true ...
Deletethe berries look dee-lish!
ReplyDeleteour local grocery store is collecting non-perishable food & money donations for our folks who may not have as much. I consider it a blessing to share what I have with others.
Good old blackberries !
ReplyDeleteA very thoughtful offering.
ReplyDeleteSweet.
ReplyDeleteTogether communities can make a difference. What a shame we have become so separated from each other. Harvest is a lovely time, we are so blessed.
ReplyDeleteYes -
ReplyDeleteI love old traditions like that.
ReplyDeleteP is always singing we plough the fields and scatter. He does it badly out of tune to annoy me. I am going to the harvest festival next Sunday but he isnt coming with me. I am taking a sugar beet instead.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure your sugar beet is likely to be an excellent companion to take to a harvest festival. I hear they know all the insider garden gossip & sing in perfect tune. Although I have yet to witness a sugar beet singing. Maybe I'm just not listening carefully enough. Sugar beets are notoriously shy.
DeleteSorry, couldn't pass up the opportunity to be a smart ass.
That's ok. I worded it deliberately to invite ridicule.
DeleteWhat a lovely gesture.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fine place to live!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice lady.
ReplyDeleteWhy donate to the homeless shelter in Rhyl? Just give the stuff to Rhyl Town Council for distribution amongst the regular townsfolk as they probably need it more than the homeless.
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful tradition, indeed.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet...my kind of gal!
ReplyDeleteThat is a kind gesture. We need more of that in our world.
ReplyDeleteIt was so kind of you to dash over with Chris's offering.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
When I was a sprog, there was always a beautiful wheat sheath made out of bread at Harvest Festival. I haven't seen one for years (not that I go to church).
ReplyDeleteYum! I loves me some blackberries.
ReplyDeleteI like it that the contributions to the harvest are given to the homeless shelter. And why would regular townsfolk need it more than the homeless?? I remember lots of harvest festivals when I was young, but I have no idea where all the donations ended up.
ReplyDeleteThat should be harvest festival....
ReplyDeleteI remember the wonderful feeling when someone from the Church came to my door with a box of food from the Harvest Festival. As a widowed Mum of 3 young children, working part time at the school, it was totally unexpected and such a great surprise - and very, very much appreciated. Having been on the receiving end, I've always been only too pleased to give via my children and now my grandchildren to school and church Harvest Festivals.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely :-)
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