Harvest songs and the culture of spreading the joy
It’s approaching Fall and nature is brightening up with colours and bearing the fresh smell of picked apples. Surely the time is around when people are the least unhappy and out and about chirping tunes — as if they truly are part of mother earth and her giving soul.
On such note, let me say that I was just at a harvest festival and couldn’t be happier and can vouch; how more solicited down to the soil and into the roots I was. It was an experience -fresh, musical, appetizing and worthy of an honest appreciation. Some heart-warming ideas I’ve cherished are as below.
People coming together all merrymaking and dance their joys out. I mean who can resist themselves from enjoying as soon as they hear the fast strummed twangs of a practised banjo? Nobody. People come in flocks to gather around and cheer, dance and sing along (at a varied level of skills). Children dance holding their fathers’ hands and mothers clap and tap on their feet. The songs are of a harvest well done and how decisive it has been to the lives of the people. They are songs of joy, newfound love and hopefulness for the better days to come.
The idea of nobody going home hungry, it’s impossible. The range of food is open, reasonably priced and span over continents. Authentic cuisine was the speciality of the place. But above the rest, wood-fired oven-baked apple pie remained the centre of attention. And as great as it sounds, most bits of it are complimentary so you can taste in advance of what your mouth is becoming a palette soon after. Here, the best excuse to have a picnic are made readily available.
Paws are welcome. How fun is it with them around, jostling and bustling up the vibe of the place to multiple notches? There can never be too many of them at an occasion such as this. I mean it IS all about Family, right?
Kid’s corner was a well-equipped enclosure with many an adventurous utensil. Children there can be children whilst having fun through learning rudimentary methods and traditional means of harvest chores. Making a fire from scratch, finding worms through a magnifying glass, making water beds and start a flow — are only to name some.
One hick-up I will add but easily forgotten though, was parking. It took out a chunk of our time to get a spot secured. Ticketed parking was not a cherry on top of either, I must say. To ensure a much early arrival was the takeaway lesson for us. And also, to pick appropriate clothing for tackling the intermittent chills — is another.
Overall, a 9 out of 10 experience for a day quite well spent.
