Love my mummy more than all the world but Mothers Day, Mothering Sunday, was months ago. Apparently in the United Kingdom and Ireland, there is a celebration called Mothering Sunday, which falls on the fourth Sunday of Lent (3 April in 2011). Most historians believe that it originated from the 16th century Christian practice of visiting one's mother church annually on Laetere Sunday. The United States celebrates Mother's Day on the second Sunday in May. Julia Ward Howe first issued her Mother's Day Proclamation in 1870 as a call for women to join in support of disarmament.
And whilst we are on the subject why do we have different Easters? My orthodox friends always have Easter a week different from us. The First Council of Nicaea (325) established the date of Easter as the first Sunday after the full moon (the Paschal Full Moon) following the northern hemisphere's vernal equinox. Eastern Christianity bases its calculations on the Julian Calendar whose March 21 corresponds, during the 21st century, to the 3rd of April in the Gregorian Calendar, in which calendar their celebration of Easter therefore varies between April 4 and May 8.
So there we are.
Back here at planet Lizzie. The shed is quietly filling up again but beautifully, tidily and in a very frugal fashion. The shed itself is made of every piece of wood we have ever laid hands on but has a certain hobbitish charm. The conservatory (and soggy pile of stuff in the garden) is disappearing into the hobbit burrow. Half conservatory is complete, and it was the worst half. We are still accommodating everything needed to refurbish the kitchen, so it can only get better and better as the refurb progresses. The rest of the conservatory will be addressed shortly, hopefully next weekend or maybe next time I can have a day off. I feel all bright, bouncy and full of energy with all the progress around the place. Also completely tired out and my back is killing me but it's a fair price to pay.