Sunday, 30 March 2014

Mothering Sunday

On Sunday morning I was brought a book and cards by George. A lovely Alan Garner (he of Weirdstone and Owl Service fame) book of folklore and both a bought card via Daddy and a hand made card from nursery. The latter was particularly cute as they had taken a photo of George making it and pasted it inside. 

I was then brought bagels and coffee by Jon and we all munched away and got crumbs in the bed. The weather unfortunately was not up to much. We've had this foggy haze for several days now, the sun seemingly unable to burn it off so we remain under this grey malaise.

So I wanted to just get out of the valley for a bit. We all bundled into the car and headed off for a drive, calling to get some cheese and crackers for early tea as I just didn't fancy a roast.
It was a bit of an odd day.
I love any day with George and Jon and I know how lucky I am to have them - but I missed my dear old Mum very very much.
I wished we could have been there visiting her in Hawkshead for roast lamb and peas with gravy and mint sauce and roast potatoes....I could even picture us sitting round the table in 4 Kings Yard together.
It's days like this I can't believe she died at all, she's sat in her cottage with the french windows open and the birds dancing around tweeting in the garden, pecking at the toast crumbs from her breakfast, she's got a strong coffee and the smoke from the morning cigarette in her hand curls up and outwards blown away on the wind to Latterbarrow.


  1. First of all thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog.
    I am glad you had a lovely Mothering Sunday I am lucky enough to still have my lovely mum although I know it must be hard on these days and you must miss you mum very much.
    Hope to pop over and read some more later.

    1. Thank you Lyn. So kind of you to pop over and have a look and to leave me a comment. It means a lot.
      I loved your Mary Poppins outfit for World Book Day. Fabulous.

  2. Mothering Sunday is always difficult for me too. I lost my mum when I was just 21 - many years ago now - but I still miss her very much. I love your description of the memory of your mum ....and the lovely photo.

    I'm just going to pop back now and check out your Booked It post!


    1. Ah Jeanne, I'm so sorry, It might be many years ago, but the missing never goes away. The description is just exactly the picture I have in my mind most days, it's comforting, remembering her happy in her little white cottage.
      The photo is of me as a little girl, with Mum, Grandma and Dad, all gone now, I had it - along with various others of them - sat on a beautiful deep stone window surrounded by altar candles on our wedding day at Samlesbury Hall, if it doesn't sound silly, it was like them being with us.
      I'm off to look at your poem now.


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