Different to other parts of the world, we always celebrate Mother's Day during mid March in the UK. Here in the Attic household, it's generally a low-key affair and I am more than happy with that. I don't especially require cards and gifts or fancy meals to know that there is a lot of love and affection bubbling about within my precious family.
We had no set plans for our day, preferring to take it gently and make our decisions based mainly on the weather. I had prepared my leisure activity in advance, filling my yarn bag on Friday afternoon with eight squidgy balls of chunky yarn. I figured that even if we managed to venture into the great outdoors, there would still be plenty of time for hooky.
I crocheted for much of this morning, whilst drinking mugs of chocolate dusted coffee and eating chunks of Green&Blacks 85% dark chocolate. The chocolate was very sweetly handed to me this morning by my Little Man and it was the very first time he has bought me a gift with his own money, and of his own accord. I was so stunned I almost started crying. Sweet boy.
After many, many years of huge mixed floral bouquets from the supermarket (in pastel colours with loads of foliage, costing a blinking fortune, you know the ones, right?), these past few weeks I have been very gently saying T-u-l-i-p-s to my nearest and dearest. Tulips, they're the ones I love. Just one bunch would make me incredibly happy cos I absolutely love tulips, they are my favourite Supermarket Flower. Uh-huh, just tulips on their own, nothing fancy, just them, any colour will do. Oh the joy of coming downstairs still drowsy from sleep this morning to find our water jug stuffed full of tulips. YAY!!! Yay for stunning floral simplicity!!
Early afternoon, we rallied the Little People (cripes. not easy. At. All.) and drove out of town and into the cold Yorkshire Dales. We walked briskly along the riverside path, chatting, enjoying the fresh air and scenery, but seriously, fresh? Springlike? Nah - totally freezing and still winter here you know. Catkins dancing from bare branches, lambs in the fields, but not a whiff of warmth yet.
Thankfully this walk is quite short and although I lOvE this river beach very much we didn't linger long here today. I tucked a few smooth pebbles into my pocket with pebble-painting activities in mind and watched Little B heft a huge rock SPLASH into the water, then we were briskly on our way....
....we drove a little further up the road to park at Strid Wood, not to do any more walking but to visit the cutely named "Dusty Bluebells" cafe. As it happened, the sun decided to make an appearance just as we arrived which meant we could sit outside (there are also fleecy blankets provided here by the lovely cafe owners).
It was quite possibly the highlight of my day (actually, the gift from Little Man comes top, but this was a close second) - a superb cappuccino and a delicious slab of lemon cake, oh yeah. The Little Peeps had milkshakes and then ran off to play hide and seek which was rather amusing to watch as the only hiding places available on the patch of open green grass were six (rather slim) tree trunks.
Returning home in the late afternoon, happy but cold, we lit the fire and I settled down to finish stitching up my weekend crochet project. Ooooooo colourful chunky stripes, how happy you make me!!! I'll show you more when I can take some good photos.
As I got so carried away with my crochet I forgot to actually make dinner, which was a weeny bit inconvenient to say the least. So we made a family decision and declared it appropriate to dispatch J with two Little Helpers to go forth and gather in some Fish & Chips. Oh happy day, no cooking and a really rather naughty, lazy dinner eaten on our laps in front of the fire. And I might even have had a cheeky little glass of something chilled to wash it all down with.
A Happy Mummy indeed.