Mothering Sunday

There are violets in the hedgerow

Dare I pick some as I go?

I've a mile to walk, t'is very warm,

I daren't be late you know!

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I'm off to see my mother,

On this fine spring day,

All the birds are singing

As I skip along the way.

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With nature all around me,

Below and up above

I long to see my mother,

To give her all my love.

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To thank her and to hug her

For always being there

She's made me who I am

So, yes I think I dare!

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I'll remember mothers everywhere

As I walk the mile

But for mine, I take the best gift

My Violets..and my smile!

;-)

Sal... 22/3/09

The fourth Sunday in Lent is called Mothering Sunday and the traditions associated with Mothering Sunday in England, date back as long ago as the 16th century.

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On this day, people were encouraged to return to worship in their, ‘mother church', where they had been baptised. People who usually attended their local parish church, would make a longer journey to the ‘mother church’ or cathedral of the diocese.

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Girls in domestic service would bake to show their mothers their new skills in the form of a gift, traditionally a simnel cake. On this day, many girls who were in service, were allowed time off from domestic chores, to visit their mothers and their family.

Often, they would gather flowers from the hedgerow as they made their way to their homes.

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Nowadays, the original meaning of Mothering Sunday has been largely lost.

But we still celebrate Mothering Sunday, although perhaps not in quite the same ways as in days gone by.