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 →
It won't be the most exhilarating bulletin you'll hear today, but later yours truly will be indulging in the potting of 20+ winter pansies..... Well, unless you really, really, really like yarns about the planting of wintertide bedding plans, in which case the news maybe brio manifesting...... Although, if it is the highlight of your... 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 →
Today witnessed only the third drive of my car since lockdown. This to collect, at compliant social distancing, an afternoon tea gift for my mum in gratitude for letting me reside in her home on a pepper-corn rent. My benevolence bolstered further by her tolerating my capricious moods and, more importantly, mater desisting from her... 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 →
Looking out from my sedentary position in the dining room of casa Strachan, it's heartwarming to witness a fresh trimmed lawn, along with the chromatic beauty bequeathed by the still flowering summer and early autumn flora and fauna. Sedum, crocosmia, flox and begonia, along with the sprouting pyracantha berries presenting a gratifying image of pink,... Continue Reading →