The fields were ploughed. The seed was scattered. They were fed and watered, possibly by a higher being. The snows were sent in winter, along with warmth to swell the grain, breezes, sunshine and soft refreshing rain. Stuff grew. It was harvested and ended up as donations at yesterday’s Harvest Festival. Today I have stacked it all on the shelves ready for Foodbank tomorrow. The cupboard and a no longer bare!