harvest time…

It was Harvest Festival today and my 6 yr old was singing at our local church, so we popped along to a lovely little Sunday Service to celebrate the Summer Harvest, which, lets be honest, has been a little lacking due to all that rain, (my apples are non-existent). Apart from the obvious that we should be grateful for the sheer quantity and choice of food we have in the Western World, we should also think of the farmers who bring it to us. This time of year always makes me a bit emotional, especially yesterday when I visited my mum, who is currently going through a very difficult time with Dad…

Dad was a brilliant farmer based in Staffordshire, he strolled across his beloved fields with his dogs every day, checking how his crops were growing, direct where the crops would grow, pioneer the latest farming techniques, at the same time setting the men on and doing general work that most would consider a HUGE effort – these were the lengths Dad would go to to make sure the crops were perfect and the harvest was on time.

He has since retired and now moved from the farm with mum to a smaller residence, which he needed to do, as he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s in 1993. This is why he is currently in hospital – after a lot of falls over the past few weeks, he was finally taken to Stafford General. Seeing my father who was once such a strong, powerful gentleman, sitting helplessly hunched by his bed, spoon fed by a nurse completely breaks my heart. Mum has been absolutely amazing with her unconditional care for him, forgoing a social life and capturing just snippets of her ever growing grand-children…

Before I went to see him though, I went for an 8 mile run around my childhood home in the morning – it was absolutely stunning and I took a few pics…

My home from the day I was born
my childhood playground


10 thoughts on “harvest time…

    1. I really hope that research reaches the younger sufferers – it’s awful to see anyone with parkinsons at all ages, but even worse when someone has it at the prime of their life, at least Dad enjoyed his to the full. Same with MS – that’s another one that seems to have affected our family very badly!

    1. Thank you Hero – it’s been like this for such a long time now, I’m kind of expecting the worse now. I know so many friends who’ve been through the same and it’s never easy. Love your kind words, it really helps to have a bit of support like that – I’m incredibly lucky to have such lovely people in my life right now.

  1. I am so sorry to hear about your dad. It is really hard to see someone you love changing so much and not being able to be as strong and independent as they used to.
    This playground seems pretty awesome to me, it’s nice to have somewhere to reconnect with your childhood memories x

    1. Thank you Peggy – Dad had an amazing time farming, he absolutely loved it. Yeah, the playground was SUPER awesome – we had a den in all the different woods, kept ponies, dogs, goats, pigs, sheep, etc – then I went to London to work in fashion!! xx

  2. Lovely sentiments, Darling and kind responses from your friends. Yes, we did have an amazing life at Norbury, even if we didn’t always appreciate it at the time! Busy, busy, busy caring for that large house, baby, toddler rearing, never ending school runs, etc., etc. But what a lovely home for entertaining friends and family, the ultimate, your wedding!! Xxxxx

  3. It’s very hard to see a parent ill in hospital, the strong dad of your memories needing so much help. Very poignant. You still have wonderful memories of your farm home and those you’ll always have and be able to share with your children. GG

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