Septembers theme is harvest with traditional corn dolly making and singing ‘John Barleycorn’.

Printed bags to keep our sketchbooks in.

A creative celebration of the blackberry with a spiced blackberry drink, a colourful group piece with chalk pastels and harvest moon compositions with blackberry ink.

 

Rounded off with a rather cathartic blackberry splat picture – they really enjoyed this, a bit too much !!

Next doors cat came and sat on the harvest moons as soon as they were put them on the grass to dry!

And a bit of poetry…

Scarecrow Town by Yvonne

 

Hamish wore a trench coat

Silk-lined, of cobalt blue,

Epaulettes on shoulders both,

Six buttons, shiny new.

With arms outstretched and faded gloves,

Glass eyes of chestnut brown

And Black Watch regimental trews,

Alone in Scarecrow Town.

Hannah saw him watching

And tossed her long, straw hair.

The summer dress clung to her shape

With elegance and flair.

Her outstretched arms reached out to him

Across the farmer’s field,

Her mismatched eyes locked onto his

And thus their fate was sealed.

 

The tiny, ruinous Saxon Church

Had a bell within its tower.

They heard it chime, eleven, twelve,

thirteen! The witching hour!

The bright, full moon shone on them both

Within that field of wheat

And in each chest, amongst the straw,

A heart began to beat.

 

Hannah’s arms began to move,

No longer held by wood.

She stood on legs she’d never seen

And freedom tasted good.

She looked across where Hamish was

Untethered, wild and lean,

Soon he was standing by her side:

This scarecrow King and Queen.

 

She placed a hand upon his chest,

Could feel his heart within,

Her stitched on smile was very real

When straw became real skin.

Hamish held her in his arms,

A joy that knew no bounds.

Finding love in the twilight world

Of a magic Scarecrow town.