As a child of the 80s I was taught by children of the 60s, 50s, 40s, 30s... I was taught by those who still felt that they were rooted in the land. They were born to those who saw their food and thought of the fields, of the farmer's toil. The songs we sang brought this to mind, the connections of faith and ecology, of respect for nature. And all of this was brought to the fore at the Harvest Festival, a most bonny occasion of gratitude and giving.
The harvest festival was my favourite festival of the year, that time when we'd make baskets of good food to take to people in our community. It was our British thanksgiving, when we showed our heartfelt thanks by giving to others.
The harvest festival came with an abundance of vegetables grown in backyard "farms" by our local agricultural society. The bakers of the village came with loaves, buns and cake to celebrate the success of the farmers of wheat. It is because they work that we eat and we hope to earn that all the year round by creating the best society we possibly can using the talents we hone.
The harvest festival is when we say our thanks to God and to the farmers, our rock stars, for the bounty of food we are so blessed to share.
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