Mother's day

Unfortunately the lily of the valley is now almost over, but I took this picture of one of the blooms outside my workshop door earlier in the month. My mother inherited a fondness for these shy little flowers from her father. I am afraid they bloom among the rocks and rust here, but in themselves they are a delight.
I don't seem to mark birthdays on here much, but today
is my mother's, so I shall be raising a glass to her a little later.