My grandad made this bench from a fallen over tree. He was a lovely man and I miss him a lot. One day a few years ago, shortly after my grandad's death, I was in the kitchen and overheard big n talking to someone in the dining room next door. I walked in and asked him who he was talking to as there was noone else in the room. He replied that he was telling great-grandad about what he'd done that day as he thought he'd be interested. I firmly believe that my other grandad (who died the month before I was born) has watched over me as I live my life; and I wonder whether big n has the same thing with this grandad (who died while I was pregnant with middle n). You never know, do you?
And just because I ended my last installment of granny's garden with a picture of a ladybird's bottom, I'm going to end today with a picture of a lovely furry bee. Byeeee x
PS - ha - nearly forgot to mention my Blogger issues: my posts don't seem to be updating in other people's blogrolls (or if they do, they take several hours to do it) does anyone have any idea why this might be? I'm at a complete loss.