I was treated to a very lovely bouquet this morning. It is Mothering Sunday here in England, always the 4th Sunday of Lent, in celebration of mothers. Many churches here will have prepared little posies for children to hand to their mothers during the service.
I read a little about this day, not to be confused with Mothers Day generally celebrated in the US in May, I think.
It began around 400 years ago at a time when servants in the 'big house' were given a day off to visit their Mother church. This might be the Cathedral in a town or a local village church where the family had worshipped for many years.
It was to be a day of Refreshment, once even known as Refreshment Sunday and also Simnel Sunday.
Often it was the day when a Simnel Cake was baked to celebrate the reuniting of families during the somewhat austere time of Lent.
The cakes might be given to the servants to take home to their mother.
Servants would not have had time off automatically and might not have seen their family for many weeks or months.
I don't remember any mention of Mothering Sunday in Downton Abbey!
Now it has become a very commercial day, which is a bit sad, with shouts from the media to 'buy a gift to tell your mum she's the best in the world'.
I read an interesting article in the Telegraph by a mother who was fed up with the hype and wished that her children would come to see her whenever, rather than feeling pressurised by a day called Mothering Sunday.
For those of us whose mothers have passed on, it is a slightly bittersweet day of remembering, and wishing for just one more time to carry a little posy of flowers.
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My husband dipped into the basket of names and picked out a winner of the little Easter bag.
It's Marleen!
Marleen please send me your address
and I will mail as soon as I have it.