Look what I found in the post today: dear Queenmothermamaw
sent me one of her very pretty, handpainted pictures.
A gift all the way from Kentucky to this distant corner of the UK.
Thank you so very much, dear QMM; as there won't be a
Mother's Day card in the post for me, this is a very welcome and beautiful substitute.
Gardener came this morning; we spent the whole day in the garden today, cutting back the dead growth on herbaceous plants, pruning roses, forking over various flower beds, cutting back spiraeas. some buddleias and elders.
We even had our first small bonfire to burn the prunings on the bare earth of a vegetable bed by the fruit cage.
Apart from the snowdrops which are still flowering profusely, there is very little to be seen in the garden. Daffodils are about three weeks late this year.
All I can show off at the moment are the Aconites and crocuses.
Even the earliest spring weeds, lesser celandine and purple-blue periwinkle have yet to show their faces.
falls about now when Easter falls in early April.
On Mothering Sunday above all other
Every child should dine with its mother.
It has long been traditional - as at Worcester in 1644, for ' all children to meet at the head and chief of the family and have a feast'; and for children living away from home to visit their mothers and make them a present of money, a trinket, or some nice eatable'. Flowers are now the usual Mothering Sunday present, especially violets.
For you, Mum, wherever you may be.
To understand is to forgive.