This post is from last week October 6th:
(Please see the following post to hear the girls singing the Harvest Festival songs)
Since Abby and Sammy are going to a church school, there are some different events that you would not ordinarily have if you were in a state school. This morning I went to one of them called "Harvest Festival." Harvest is where you show gratitude for all that you have. It goes back to the day when most people farmed and would gather the mature crops from the field. Each child brought non-perishable items from home and presented them in a lovely program put on in the old church (dating back to 1290AD) located across from the school in this beautiful old cemetery dotted with large headstones and covered by colorful falling leaves.
The Reverend conducted and talked about how blessed we are to have plenty of food to eat and how wonderful it is that we can share our bounty with those who are less fortunate. He gave some history about how a long time ago people would give the best part of their harvest to show their gratitude to God. The children in Year 5 baked what looked like massive amounts of bread for the occasion. It was displayed in the nave of the church. At one point in the program, each child brought up and presented their item which was then arranged around the loaves. It was quite a harvest! The children sang songs accompanied by a LIVE brass band. The songs were about the Harvest Festival and autumn and of course the acoustics in the old church were so beautiful it enhanced their singing as I gazed up at the stain glass windows with sunlight pouring in. Of course as is the norm lately, I did not really know that Harvest was today or that I was supposed to attend. So having a very rushed morning I brought Alexandra to school in her pajamas with her hair in her face and ratted up in the back from sleeping on it. I had not even changed her diaper so it sagged down to her knees. While other children her age were nicely groomed and well dressed, my child ran around in her pajamas in the back of the church as they got ever more dirty from her climbing the old steps to the fountain and running amongst the pews. Also because of my rushed morning and lack of knowledge about the event, I did not bring my camera so instead of sharing pictures, I thought I would share a few of the songs because I really appreciated the words. I hope you enjoy them as well.
Harvest Samba
Cabbages and greens
Broccoli and beans
Cauliflower and roasted potatoes
Taste so good to me!
Apricots and plums
Ripened in the sun
Oranges and yellow bananas
Good for everyone!
CHORUS: It's another Harvest Festival
When we bring our fruit and vegetables
Cause we want to share the best of all
The good things that we've been given
It's another opportunity
To be grateful for the food we eat
With a samba celebration to
Say "Thank you" to God the Father.
Cauliflowers Fluffy
Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green,
Strawberries sweeter than any I've seen.
Beetroot purple and onions white,
All grow steadily day and night.
CHORUS: The apples are ripe the plums are red,
Broad beans are sleeping in a blankety bed.
Blackberries juicy and rhubarb sour,
Marrows fattening hour by hour.
Gooseberries hairy and lettuces fat.
Radishes round and runner beans flat. CHORUS
Orangey carrots and turnips cream,
Reddening tomatoes that used to be green,
Brown potatoes in little heaps
Down in the darkness where the celery sleeps.
CHORUS: The apples are ripe the plums are red,
Broad beans are sleeping in a blankety bed
Shhhhhhhhh!
Autumn Days
Autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell,
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled,
All these things I love so well.
CHORUS:
So I mustn't forget
No, I mustn't forget
To say thank you to God the Father
I mustn't forget.
Clouds that look like familiar faces,
And a winter's moon with frosted rings,
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces,
And the song the milkman sings. CHORUS
Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered,
And a swallow curving in the sky,
Shoes so comfy though they're worn out and they're battered,
And the taste of apple pie.