For me.....

.....the only feast at all
Is Autumn's Harvest Festival,
When I can satisfy my want
With ears of corn around the font.
I climb the eagle's brazen head
To burrow through a loaf of bread.
I scramble up the pulpit stair
And gnaw the marrows hanging there.

"Diary of a Church Mouse" John Betjeman

My first blip was a Harvest arrangement on October 13th last year.