I've spent the last couple of days working with my brother Ian revamping part of our mother's back garden. Our remit the trimming and removal of numerous bags of overgrown clematis, buddleia, dead vines; along with the unearthing a low retaining wall and rectangle terracotta planting tubs. Also among the clerk of works (Mrs S … Continue reading Not So Secret Garden
I've been gardening at the old lady's house this morning. As she viewed a broadcast of 'Homes Under The Hammer' indoors, I proceeded cutting back the overgrown flora and fauna outdoors. My audio accompaniment a distant, but audible chatter of a couple of workers on a nearby building site. The workmen's colourful banter occasionally interspersed … Continue reading The Grass Is Greener
Les jardin des mille memoires - The garden of a thousand memories, my once a week domain where I undertake maintenance of my late father's flora and fauna. It's a place where over the thirty years the old man built a sturdy retaining wall out of Yorkshire stone, along with lovingly tendering borders of hardy … Continue reading Malcolm’s Garden
Thursday 19th April - Due to a busy schedule, today's flight of whimsy will have to be penned in segments. Chunks of narration conveying how my few 'to dos' are progressing, on what is forecast to be the meteorological silver-lining of recent cloud cover. Arriving downstairs this morning my wife Karen enthusiastically informed me "The … Continue reading It’s A Dogs Life!
I've got the last lawn cuts of the year to undertake today. It's barely a event that will gain a mention on the national TV news (or indeed locally) unless it's an incredibly slow news day. It's unlikely, however on a particularly barren Sunday in the BBC news room, who knows. The features editor may deem yarns of my garden … Continue reading A Slow News Day
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 Mazing On A Sunny Afternoon
Weeding and pruning the garden borders at this time of year can be a real pain in the ass. Endeavouring to navigate the plethora of spiders webs without it's creator ending up on your head or down your collar is a an acquired skill. Additionally, fall nuisance flies, miniscule of size but maximum of lughole itch, attempt to infiltrate the visage orifices of horticulturists, … Continue reading A Tangled Web We Weave