Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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... Continue Reading →
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 →
Thursday 24th May - Nesting within the ivy, Russian vine and clematis climbing my back garden fence are a family of blackbirds. As I've not seen a penny in rent for their residence on my land, I'm assuming my avian tenants have claimed squatters rights....... The cheeky gets! I'm assured by my wife Karen that... Continue Reading →
I commence this narrative sitting at the patio table in my sanctuaire de jardin. Scanning the cornucopia of colour exhibited in the garden borders, it has occurred to me that I'm unable to recollect the names of a few plants that bring much solace. It can't be compared to the ignorance of a uninquisitive lothario who doesn't furnish himself with the moniker of... Continue Reading →