Mother’s Day

It’s a barefoot, bare-legged, shorts on (for some) sort of Sunday. The clocks have changed. There will be more light and Dad and Kids ‘Football in the Field’ season begins again. It is spring, proper, full-blooded, the real thing spring. 
The simplest pleasures seem so exciting.   Miss Puddleduck plays in a large cardboard box.  Rich Tea boy learns how to hit a golf ball with Dad.  Miss Friendship rides her bike and Longshanks works on how he is going to make some sort of contraption to serve as a breaking cart (of sorts) to get Jackson used to having shafts and something to pull.

And me?  Well, it’s Mother’s day.  I’m sitting in the sunshine with a cup of tea.  I have been given this:


To anyone unfamiliar with our family, we have horses.  She is referring to a riding crop!

I have been promised a meal out with one son, and been given daffodils.  I was also handed a handful of flowers.  These are the ones I treasure most.


I was so moved today watching people in church serving each other and praying for one another during communion. It was so powerful to see that “We are family”.

Happy Mothering Sunday, Mothers!

About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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