Mothering Sunday...

I know it's Mothering Sunday in Britain, when a neighbour pitches up with a large bucket and a pair of scissors to relieve me of several dozen daffodils to decorate the local kirk for Mothering Sunday. We have more than we can possibly cut for the house, and I hate having to deadhead them, so she is most welcome to them. The children seemed to have remembered, as a bunch of flowers arrived at the back door this morning, as well!