Harvest Festival - 1

What a glorious image as we start our harvest celebrations - fully ripe tomatoes grown in the conservatory of Westhill! Yes,the woodburning stove has done its bit to help bring in the harvest.



Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field,
fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear,
then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,
bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come,
raise the glorious harvest home.



I took these tomatoes down to Harrogate to give to my mother on her 92nd birthday. Earlier in the day (14 October) I visited the famous RHS Gardens at Harlow Carr where the remainder of our harvest photos were taken. Please note - their tomatoes were not up to the standard of mine - honest! Perhaps I should exhibit at the Chelsea Flower Show next May.