It was the Harvest festival service tonight which was quite a fitting end for such a lovely day.
The breeze today was surprisingly warm and no coats were needed at all at Maldon this weekend.
Although everywhere you looked, the leaves are beginning to turn gold now and there was a sense of gathering from everybody today out in the park.
I know that sounds kind of weird, but I am weird, but what I meant was, that people were gathering in the last chances to go crabbing with the children or for walk along the prom and to feel the sun on their bare arms or to sail their mini versions of the boats that they'd really love on the boating lake. A kind of storing up happy memories to get them through the darker months to come.
Skies are always bluer in late September and October, so the tinges of golds and reds on the trees make a striking picture against them, just makes you want to go out and enjoy the day.
I didn't start off in any hurry to get there and be at one with nature though, as I had a very steady morning laying in my bed making phones calls, eating my breakfast and reading magazines till quite late.
The good thing about being retired is that I have all the time in the world to do various tasks, so if I want to lay in my bed like the cat whose got the cream with the sun streaming through the window, I will.
This week has been a heavy sort of a week anyway with worrying and soul searching, so I think I deserve to chill out a bit.
The Harvest Festival service was really nice, although the visiting minister was a bit fire and brimstone and had a lot of hand waving going on and the topic of the service was Noah's Ark.
It's a lovely story and one that sticks in my head from childhood. I love the ending about the rainbow being a promise to mankind, but there is no way that the animals still came out two by two after being stuck on that ark for a year, certainly not if there was rabbits on board!
The choir sang two beautiful hymns for us, but the first one had a line in it which I know I misheard, but it did get me wondering about things especially when the minister got a bit boring.
I know I heard it wrong, but I thought they sang 'sell my sins on eBay'.
Got me wondering about eBaying my sins or definitely my faults.
Fault 1: Having an opinion about everything and anything.
Fault 2: Thinking my opinion is right.
Fault 3: Being a bit of a bitch at times. I have a razor sharp tongue and a dry sense of humour that is a bit below the belt at times.
Fault 4: Being impatient at times, especially when people can't gasp fault 1 and 2 quickly enough!
I could go on, but I'm depressing myself now.
It was nice though sharing the harvest loaf with the rest of the congregation.
I know I have a weigh in tomorrow at tubby club, but it would have been rude to turn it down and just have coffee. So I had a small square of bread, a tiny piece of cheese off of Reni's plate and quite a few pickled onions that had a real strong kick to them. They made Reni's face look like Popeye's for a while!
We then went off to have our meal that Oliver was preparing for us while we were at church and it was delicious, especially as it had been cooked for you and all we had to do was sit down at the table... bliss.
I'm sure that I hadn't really eaten too much of anything that I shouldn't have, but it was a special occasion and I have been very good all week. Plus I had got Oliver to do me some mashed potatoes instead of me eating his absolutely scrummy roast potatoes that he cooks so well... hell not having them was a real sacrifice!
Lets hope that the next harvest that I'll be taking part in, will be the harvesting of my new lungs, but I do find it extremely hard to even think about how I will come by them. That will be a bitter sweet harvest I think.
Probably best not to dwell on that now and just enjoy the Autumn.
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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