Mothering Sunday - payback day - and my two were very good as always. When I was little I'd go out into the garden and pick Forsythia and Daffodils for my mother, and my mother remembers going to church and giving her mother little posies of Violets.
Well, Sunday dawned bright and beautiful and because George was sleeping in - fine because he'd be up later to go bell ringing - so my day started with helping Jonathan to feed the sheep: all plump and ready for lambing to start on April the 1st.
Then I went over to visit my mother, armed with flowers and chocolates! We had a look at her garden, which is very much a spring garden and ready to burst into colour.
After that I nipped home and opened my cards from George and Victoria. In George's he'd written, "hope you will enjoy the bells at the service", so I thought I'd better get down there and have a listen.
As well as George bell ringing, Jonathan was playing the violin at the service so it was going to be quite a treat. I went into church but couldn't hear the bells over the violin music, and, choosing my son over my husband, decided to go outside and listen.
Well, it was perfect, the sun was shining, the graveyard was all green and yellow with the daffodils, and the beautiful sound of bells ringing out made for a perfect scene. I've always loved the fact that George has taken up bell ringing. I stood listening and thought what a perfect Mother's Day gift the scene was, and how lucky I am.
After the service I came home.......and George was still in his room! He'd overslept because of the clocks changing......
Finally, this is the picture my nephew sent my sister, I think it's so funny.