Beware of the rake.

Beware of the Rake.

It is Autumn in Ozzie Land, and that rake is not to be reckoned with.

Granny has Crab apple, Silver birch, and an ornamental Pear tree, and they all loose their leaves.    

Don't get me wrong, I looove playing in them especially when they are all raked up in piles.

I had trouble this morning, Granny was going as fast as she could. Now we all know how fast that is....hmmm... 

She was chatting to a friend and I nearly got raked up into that dust pan. Golly gosh.........

Last week I was left behind and this week getting raked up!!! Can you imagine poor Wilbur in the compost bin, with all those smelly things.

I had to wriggle and squirm and yell...

The compost bin is back behind the shed. Granny calls it No Mans Land.

No wonder it is No Mans Land; a humunbeing wouldn't want to go there. A Bear definitely wouldn't want to go there. 

I am so glad I was recued it nearly gave me a heart attack I just want to enjoy the garden from my chair . Just in case that RAKE comes out again.

As you can see Granny has been potting again. Did I say POTTING..... she potters all day.

She was in a hurry doing her gardening because she is wanting to finish a new bear. 

Arrr. I feel much safer sitting here showing you Granny's flowers.

Well don't tell her; I showed her lavender that she cut back too hard and it nearly died.

 This is where the birdy's drink.

These are some of her Peppers..Yuck. I don't like Peppers.. They are not nice even when you put honey on them.

After my fright I need honey and peanut butterr on toast and a big Hug from Granny.

She did say she was very sorry, and would get her glasses checked real soon. 

I told her "Real Soon."

Nest week I will be late posting because I have something special to tell you and I won't be able to tell you until a few days latter.

Are you Guessing????

Welcome

I picked these from my garden just for my lovely followers, and friends.

Thank you for being there to rescue me if needed..

My thought for the week.

"The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this;

that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is  constructed;

but a thing created is loved before it exsists."

Granny's bears are created.