Mother’s Day, or as I prefer to call it ‘Mothering Sunday’ is celebrated in UK and Ireland on 4th Sunday of Lent, a day to honour Mothers and Motherhood. However, I think in most parts of Europe and US ‘Mother’s Day’ is observed in May.
For those unaccustomed to our Mothering Sunday tradition the following link may be of interest......
John and I celebrated Mothering Sunday in the traditional way and enjoyed a lovely service at our Church. It was good to see so many of the children participated in the service, reading passages from the Bible and paying tribute to their Mothers for all they do for them. The children carried baskets of posies, handing one to each member of the congregation. Our posies are shown in the picture above.
This picture was taken in our church last year when John and I, together with seven others were confirmed by the Bishop. A beautiful and memorable occasion
In recent days I finished embroidering this little cloth.... it is one that my Mother had begun years ago.
Days of glorious sunny weather tempted me into the garden. There is much work to do clearing away the winter debris that has collected in and around flower beds, collections of dead leaves had to be raked out and of course re-potting a number of congested tubs. This bamboo is a fine example of one that was completely pot bound... just a mass of roots that had grown round and round with hardly any soil left to sustain it.
Work continues on our sea defences, more huge boulders are being carried to our shores by road and ship.
As I walked along the promenade last week I found this interesting sight. You may recall a picture I included in a recent post dated 2 February showing how the force of the waves had eroded away the steps going down to the beach..... so I was surprised to see how this part of the beach recently excavated, shows how the steps have been protected over the years by deep sand... they look as good as new at this point.
Despite the wall to wall sunshine we've had in recent days.... it has been bitterly cold early morning. Our conservatory is north facing and first thing in the morning it feels like an ice box.
This has been a frequent temperature in there until the sun moves round......