Mothering Sunday

It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK. Traditionally known as Mothering Sunday, our day for all things motherly falls on the middle Sunday of Lent. Which means that, like Easter, it’s a moveable feast.

In the ‘olden days’, girls and boys in service would be given a day’s leave to go home, and would often take flowers and a simnel cake with them. The cake (it being Lent) would be kept until Easter, which is the day we more usually associate it with now.

Well I’m cakeless, but armed with flowers….and off to pay a surprise visit to my lovely Mum (so I’m hoping she doesn’t read this before I get there!).

If you’re wondering what the photo has to do with anything, it’s one of her favourites. In fact, it hangs on her kitchen wall as a canvas print.

Now remember - if you see her, mum’s the word!

And if my surprise is sprung, then Happy Mother’s Day, Mum!

You might also like to read this tribute to my mother...

Comments

[Rosanna]

Nellie,
it's been a while since I last popped in here, so I have lots of pictures and writings to enjoy. So I am saying "hi" by way of saying how much I LOVE this picture. So beautiful!

[Kate (from Brooklyn)]

This photo is amazing -- something so timeless and evocative about it. Enjoy your day with Mum!

[KathyB]

I am loving your blog, Helen. Beautiful story about your Mum. You are a gifted writer.

Kathy

[Jamie]

I love that you call her Mum. I find it much more lovely and endearing than when I say Mom with my nasally Yankee accent. Mine is coming for a visit this weekend and I think I might change her name from Mom to Mum. Really. I just find it so lovely.