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I'm blogging over at Tote Bags 'n' Blogs today about getting organized! Come and chat. And for those of you who are celebrating this special day with your loved ones -

Happy Mother's Day

For all of you who celebrate Mother's Day on the fourth Sunday in Lent, I wish you much joy, with a special mention for my lovely daughter who is expecting her third child laterthis year!

She's here with #2 at the Olympics!

Happy Mother's Day

We've celebrated Mother's Day back in March here in the UK - it's a long story and it's back there in my blog on the day.

Today I wanted to reach out to all of you who will be honouring your mothers on 12 May so I'm sharing photographs of the women who made me - and who I made. :)






I never knew my grandmothers - all I have are their photographs -

Sarah Woodwards

Elizabeth Miles

This my beautiful mother -

Elizabeth Woodwards

 This is me with my daughter

Liz with Amy Elizabeth

And here are her girls, our future -

Cora Rose

Veda Mae

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Mothering Sunday

 It's Mothering Sunday here in the UK. Our Mother's Day. This isn't the Hallmark event, but a tradition that goes back to the times when, on the fourth Sunday in Lent, servant girls were given the afternoon off to visit their mothers.

They took them a Simnel cake - spicy, topped with marzipan - and picked wild flowers on the way.



 


All over the British Isles we will be visiting,
or remembering our mothers today.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

A Six Sentence Sunday for Mother's Day!

Today, the fourth Sunday in Lent is Mother's Day in the UK - the day when servant girls were allowed to go home and visit their families, taking a cake and picking wild flowers on the way - so I've chosen my six sentences from my book Secret Baby, Surprise Parents, a story about the perfect gift of surrogacy.

But nothing he had done, nothing he had achieved, not even a hastily conceived and swiftly regretted marriage had ever dulled the memory of that one night they’d spent together and still, in his dreams, his younger self reached out for her.

It had been unbearably worse during the last twelve months.  Sleep had been elusive and when he did manage an hour he woke with an almost desperate yearning for something precious, something that was lost forever. 

This.  This woman clinging to him, this child…

He brushed his lips against her temple and then, his head full of the warm, milky scent of baby, he kissed Posie and for one perfect moment all the pain, all the agony of the last twenty-four hours fell away.

Don't forget to go and check out other Six Sentence Sunday excerpts!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

SUNDAY, SWEET SUNDAY...

A very happy Mother's Day to everyone I know. It's such a special day, when we honour our own mother's and get made a fuss of ourselves. At least I did back in March when we had Mothering Sunday in the UK. Now it's the turn of everyone else out there. Joy to you all.

Sunday is my favourite day of the week. A lie in, a slow leisurely breakfast with the dh. This morning I was sitting there, dipping the toast soldiers into the lightly boiled egg -- as you do -- and listening to Broadcasting House on Radio 4 when I suddenly found myself listening to extremely talent author and all round great woman, Kate Hardy. She was talking about ... blogging! And Antonio Banderas. And her fabulous new sheikh romance Surrender to the Playboy Sheikh -- more of which here.

After that, well the sun was shining and some plants I bought weeks ago were desperate for more space so I've spent the rest of the morning in the garden working up a sweat. Potting the antirrynums -- I'm sure that's not how you spell it -- and Sweet Williams. Moving an astilbe to a place where it will be happier and a fern, ditto, to the wood. Then I went a little bit crazy with the loppers -- the frosts caused so much damage this winter.

It's been a busy week. I've been driving all over the place and the hedgerows are absolutely stunning at the moment. The hazel hedges are a buzz of fresh green, and the banks below them absolutely filled with bluebells, buttercups, cow parsley and red campion. Apparently there are violets, too, according to the dd who actually went out for a walk last weekend. I'm just enjoying the ones in the garden.

Spring is absolutely, totally here. Bliss.