Harvest festival...

I love autumn. (This is NOT a poem, just a list - though I guess a list can be a poem...)

crisp cool mornings

sunny still days

storms

the first dew on the grass

dawn chorus

day chorus

the last of the edible summer garden 

and the promise of winter produce to come

flutterbyes

bottling

jellying

squirreling

stacking wood

sunny chrysanthemums

magpie warble

leaf turn fall and crunch

the first fire...

and the next..

hotties

hibernation

As a child I loved harvest festival at church. The aisles lined with magnificent pumpkins, carrots, silver beet, potatoes ... the bounty of people's gardens.  Do churches still celebrate harvest festival in this way I wonder?