The silver rain, the shinning sun,
The fields where scarlet poppies run,
And all the ripples of the wheat,
Are in the bread that I do eat.
Alice C Henderson
Back when I was in school we used to have a Harvest Festival where all the children were asked to bring in some kind of food and a local baker would bake a huge loaf in the shape of a peice of wheat. Here is where my memory fails me slightly as I remember that the food was piled up and displayed on the school stage before being distriputed to...? I think it might have been to old people living near to the school but I'm not sure, I don't ever remember there being homeless shelters or soup kitchens mentioned.
So we baked a 'smallish' wheat loaf and made a risotto with as many vegetable as we could find in the garden, and a few i'm sad to admit, that we had to buy.
while Rémi made a decorative necklace Tino did a colour sorting activity |
2010 pumpkin |
Not forgeting the birds we also made a few seed muffins
The start of our Autumn nature display |
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