Rain, Rain Go Away

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,…

Spring is Sprung

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…

No Horticultural Pain. No Aesthetic Gain!

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…

He Who Laughs Last

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…

The Royal We

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…

It’s Only Five Minutes

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,…

Taking Off The Foxgloves

A decent bottle of Bordeaux, a device which decanters wine prior to its onward journey into the glass, along with a hardback book titled ‘Grumpy Old Git’s Guide to Life’. Tokens of love bequeathed by my two adult children, showing their appreciation for the unconditional love I’ve bestowed upon them for almost three decades. Yesterday’s…

Serendipity Doo Dah

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…

The Wall That Mally Built

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…