Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With a view to creating a herb/salad garden, yesterday I bought some edible plants from the garden centre. Well, if truth be told, I intend to create a couple of tubs of herbs and salad shrubs; calling it a garden is somewhat stretching the growing area's description. Consequently, this afternoon I'll be planting rocket salad,... Continue Reading →
I'm back home in the district of Leeds 15 after spending two days at my mother's abode in the domain of Wakefield 3. A time that's been highly productive, during which I've undertaken front and back garden maintenance for Mrs S senior; along with a few tasks I'd promised to undertake weeks ago but hadn't... Continue Reading →
Temperatures have taken a dip in the last few days. A meteorological change that'll no doubt incur the wrath of those wishing to partake in today's World Naked Gardening Day. The current chill will be no doubt distressing for gentlemen participants. Their 'bits' and a cold northerly wind not the most cordial of acquaintances. Certainly... Continue Reading →
Through the French doors a sun kissed lawn, tubs of kaleidoscopically coloured winter pansies, budding clematises and a variety of perennial shrubs provide the chromatic backdrop to today's prose. That being said, the lawn, although green and healthy, is currently not at its cosmetic best. Its facade tainted by several moribund weeds. These unwelcome plants... Continue Reading →
I'm fairly reliably informed Leeds' afternoon meteorological guest will be April showers. Precipitation no doubt welcomed with open arms by fields of arable crops and domestic spring flower beds. Flora and fauna whose exposure to almost uninterrupted Easter holiday sunshine exposing them to aridity akin to a human's palate after ingesting ten Jacobs crackers in... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my brother Ian visited West Yorkshire for an overnight stay at our mother Maggie's home on the Leeds/Wakefield border. The journey from his home in Gateshead to the threshold of the maternal residence around two hours in duration. A sojourn taken on the Pelaw to Newcastle Central Station Metro train, Newcastle to Leeds locomotive,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →