Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Working with this week's topic prompt of ‘The Walk’, my mind wandered to a recent discussion at a writing workshop I attend on a bi-weekly basis. This whimsical exchange relating to the merits, or otherwise, of an upcoming naked stroll scheduled to take place at a nearby North Yorkshire town. Let me start by admitting my understanding of this... Continue Reading →
Not only is today (May 1st) 'World Naked Gardening Day', coincidentally it's also 'World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day'. A harsh lesson learned this morning when visiting a local garden centre. Unbeknown to me, this horticultural celebration day's protocols not covering the nude procurement of products from a garden centres. My shame exacerbated further by... Continue Reading →
Needing more garden accessories to get rained upon daily in the backyard, this morning witnessed me braving yet more West Yorkshire precipitation to decorate the pergola top with solar lighting. Now all that's required is for sunshine to lose its modesty, affording conditions to allow long awaited use of this recently revamped outside area. Actually,... Continue Reading →
It appears spring has finally sprung. Temperatures have risen, enabling me to commence garden maintenance for some much needed exposure to fresh air and the sensation of warm from prevailing solar rays. Gardening my Sunday afternoon assignment, during which the lawns with be trimmed, along with dead shrubbery removal; allowing space and augmenting root nourishment... Continue Reading →
This morning, I undertook the horticultural equivalent of painting the Forth Bridge, when manually removing the plethora of weeds squatting on my lawn. The task of hand eradication necessitated by not possessing a chemical alternative. The products I required not stocked at the small store where I purchase comestibles. And, until yesterday, I was loathed... Continue Reading →
The royal 'we' - A much used addition to my mother's vocabulary since I commenced residing in casa Strachan senior back in July. A 'we' which, when inserted into a conversation with yours truly, always means 'you'. "We need to cut back the buddleia in the back garden, Gary!", "We need to ring Sky and... Continue Reading →
GJ Strachan had a productive morning today. A much needed defrost of my mother's freezer, followed by two hours of garden maintenance meaning he sat down to lunch with a warm sense of accomplishment. I'm not sure when Mrs S senior last defrosted the freezer, however judging from the amount of ice, which was roughly the... Continue Reading →
This morning I undertook a couple of hours garden maintenance at Mrs S senior’s gaff. My work including the severe cutting back of an out of control clematis, along with enhancing chromatic outdoor views by potting up a bunch of bedding plants. This liberal hacking of clematis exposing a previously veiled pyracantha; my labour allowing... Continue Reading →
I’ve just been tidying up the front garden with my wee missus. To clarify, I mean Karen assisted me in the task of improving the aesthetic visage of le jardin de la maison Strachan; not that I’d used her as a substitute to secuteurs, a rake and a lawn edger! Using my late dad Malcolm's... Continue Reading →