It was a small congregation this morning that joined together at St Peter's to sing the traditional harvest hymns. I thought of previous generations from this farm who would have gathered there and sung in just the same way. After the service we stayed in the church for a harvest lunch. In the quiet of the service I remembered the special loaf that was always by the altar in Sunbury - a sheaf of wheat with a tiny mouse at the bottom. I know it's much more practical to collect tins and dried goods but I loved the pretty harvest baskets of the past and the pleasure we took in putting them together.
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