I don't like to mention it but it is exactly nine months to Christmas. Today is therefore Lady Day or more formally The Feast of the Annunciation of our Lord to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Until 1751 it was the first day of the year in England.
So, this is the day when we remember that day when Mary first learned she was to be mum to a very special baby. Tomorrow is the day when we remember all mothers everywhere and when each one of us gives thanks for our own mum.
For some of us it could be a bit of a non event. In my own case my Mother died many years ago and I have no children of my own. However, it is a day that I celebrate with great joy.
After my Father died my Mother planted a weeping cherry tree in his memory and when I came to live in Caistor I planted this one in memory of both my parents and my sister. This is the first year that I can remember that it has flowered for Mothering Sunday and it is giving me deep joy.
Tomorrow I shall take these flowers and distribute them to everyone in church because every one is some mother's son or daughter whether or not they will see their mums tomorrow. Each has been taught to love because they have been loved, usually by their mothers and most give loving care to others, just as their mothers cared for them.
And I shall pray for all those families bereaved this week by the terrible attack in London, all those families still worrying about seriously injured relatives, and all who have been traumatised.