Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I spent a good part of my Saturday undertaking horticultural maintenance within the grounds of casa Strachana. Not a vast freeholding, the upkeep of the grounds is ordinarily a relatively straightforward chore, with exception of the maze - a recent self-indulgence of my wife Karen. My diminutive spouse insisted on designing and constructing the maze, such was her enthusiasm for the project.... Continue Reading →
I commence this narrative sitting at the patio table in my sanctuaire de jardin. Scanning the cornucopia of colour exhibited in the garden borders, it has occurred to me that I'm unable to recollect the names of a few plants that bring much solace. It can't be compared to the ignorance of a uninquisitive lothario who doesn't furnish himself with the moniker of... Continue Reading →