Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With the raising of early springtime temperatures, yesterday I managed get my front and back lawns aeriated. Ordinarily I don’t undertake this until mid-April, however this chore priority was raised following last weeks heavy precipitation. With both lawns seemingly reluctant to relinquish the gallons of water bequeathed by the rainstorms, there was a requirement for... Continue Reading →
A visit to the garden centre is on the itinerary today. The goal to purchase primulas, stand next to scented candles loudly exclaiming “They smell good, but they're bloody expensive!” and price an innovative new lawnmower powered by middle aged cynicism. My intention is to amalgamate the primulas with the daffs, tulips and bluebells to provide a synergy of spring colour dans... Continue Reading →
Aside from the health issues of two of my close family members, one of the most challenging parts of my existence over winter is not being able to get into my garden. With the therapeutic qualities of a spa visit without the overpowering aroma of lavender, unless of course you have a lavender plant in... Continue Reading →
Well that’s it, the clocks have gone back..... So has the TV, microwave and the Sir Clive Woodward bone china tea set...... Bloody bailiffs! Seriously, though, after a 60 minute overnight time regression, we are now back on Greenwich Mean Time (GMT). The upshot being British Summer Time (BST) for 2016 has gone to visit... Continue Reading →
My neighbour, who for anonymity purposes I’ll give the alias Mike, kindly lent me his brown bin earlier to dispose of my excess garden rubbish. Luckily for me, as my bin was already choca-block with vine cuttings, he hadn’t utilised this receptacle for horticultural garbage recently. Due to it's weight, wheeling the bin around to chez Strachan was a heck... 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 dad’s cordless hedge... Continue Reading →
It’s been a fruitful two days dans le jardin de la maison Strachan. Not only have I mowed both lawns, undertaken border work, jet blasted a patio and commenced staining the fencing, I also acquired the French translation of 'in the garden at the Strachan home’. Each task was undertaken with Verve and Gusto. Well,... Continue Reading →
The weathers perked up meaning a day of gardening for me today. So it’s out with the lawnmower, my spade, trowel, Jeremy Clarkson lawn aerator and my dad’s chordless hedge trimmer……. All I need now is a garden and I’d be sorted! By the way, that last sentence was a tongue in cheek comment that... Continue Reading →