Showing posts with label Fife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fife. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 October 2014

How not to mow the grass

So I visited the 'old course' at St Andrews over the weekend with some golfing nuts I use to call friends. To be fair only one is a golfing nut. How on earth do I know a golfing nut, but he's aimaible enough and he cooks so I guess we'll pass that one by? Although golf?  My grannie always use to say that golf, is for people who like they're countryside ironed. Not cool in my book. Probably the most manicured and expensive grass on the planet and sadly right beside a cracking beach too, spoilt by a bit or grass ironing in my opinion. However, on Sundays, I learnt from said golfing lunatic, you get to stomp on it for free and walk your dogs, cats and any other animals you'd like. Although maybe not horses. So impressed were the hounds that they left a wee 'steamy' present each on the grass and watered it freely. I did chuckle a bit.  Not the kind of place I'd normally walk but it seemed like a big thing for him so I thought why not. [By the way, its very flat and the grass looks kinda not real its so short, just so you know]

But on the subject of lawn keeping, I can't say I'm quite as precise as the green keepers at the golf courses in St Andrews. You'll not find perfectly criss-crossed attention to detail on my lawns. If that's your thing then grand. But mainly I see lawn-mowing as an outdoor hoovering exercise. To be done in any manner that gets the job done. 

Some like to mow/hoover in straight lines
Some like to shuffle back and forward
As you please I'd say.
As long as the swaithe (the short bit left after the outdoor hoovering) is to your liking, do as you please.

I like mowing in swirls and swishes like an impressionist painting.

I do, it makes me chuckle.

Anyway that's how I attack the mowing, I get there in the end. Yup I tidy it up but the swirls and swishes sadly disappear after the first wee rain fall or dew. Shame really.

For the record, I like weeds in my lawn, pretty ones, they're good for the bees. And I like bare patches, I'm sure some wildlife enjoys a bit of bare earth in the green dessert of a lawn. And I definitely don't add any chemicals - honestly why apply stuff that kills the diversity and might make it grow faster. Have you ever heard of anyone applying 'carpet dust growing powder' to their carpets, to let them hoover them more often. No, I don't think so. And as for moss, OK so it might be a bit of a nuisance when its wet but its spongy and fun to spring along under and can host lots of wee bugs and stuff. Leave it alone, who ever heard of moss attacking you? Its hardly a harmful creature. Birds love it for their nests, so leave it be happy in your lawn. Why not. Spend your money on better things like sausages or Spandau Ballet records, what ever floats your boat, don't spend it on lawn chemicals I plead of you.

Mind you back to the old course in St Andrews. What I did find there was a golf ball growing habitat - all the balls nicely 'hatched' or grown like mushrooms all over a special enclosure. The golfing nut told me it was a driving range, but I say its where they grow golf balls and what does he know anyway. What did make me chuckle was the amount of wild flowers I encountered on the 'auld course' one of which included daisies, clover and (shock horror) ragwort. As shoddy as my green keeping skills are, I ain't go no ragwort in my lawn. Pop along on a Sunday and help them to spot their weeds, tell them how bonnie they are I'm sure they'd appreciate that very much. Just say I sent you. There's a billion green keepers I'm sure one of them might listen.

So chaps if you're gonna iron yer countryside chaps, at least do it properly.

Until next time, keep those green fingers active. Swirl those lawns whilst you're doing your 'outdoor hoovering', home call it mowing but lets face it its more like hoovering the garden. So stripes and blocks are SO last year, set yourself free when mowing, why not.



Thursday, 18 September 2014

The stores

The kitchen stores I think always look lovely displayed in jars. And, on a shelf of their own, all the better. We inherited a dresser in the new house, it fits the jars beautifully.
Over the years, each jar or measure or timer has its own story. Why shouldn't all these lovely keepsakes and everyday things like sugar and flour not brighten up my day.
Cards from chums and store cupboard essentials all sit nicely together. These shelves make me smile everyday as I notice something I've not looked at for a while.
Each wee bit tells its own wee tale. The birthday mug from a lovely chum, the ridiculus teapot made on a windy island in a night class. The piggy timer for sharing the games for the kids when they were wee. The roof slates, lovingly recycled into table matts for our wedding, now used for dinners.
I love my wee stores. At night time its got a lovely wee light and they take on an ethereal existence. What about yours? Is it as dusty as ours, as cluttered and clamoured full of family life? Is it hidden or out for all to see?

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Bonnie things - Quirky's Happy Hoose Sampler

A wee while ago I came across a clever lass who seems to make the most bonnie cheerful things out of almost nowt. I've been following her on  Facebook for a while and spying the fine things she makes. When I saw her Sunny House Sampler I just couldn't resist. So a bit of the Wellyfest money was used to treat ourselves to this for our new wee cottage. She's included our chooks, puddles, wellies, Mr McB's bike, veggie gardens, hounds and everything. What a clever, talented and very helpful lass. If you like her bonnie cheerful colourful style, you can visit the very cheerful Quirky House on her blog.


Thursday, 5 June 2014

And so, to Fife.

So, all change here. We moved. Same wellies, different location. The ex-cellist is now in New Zealand for a 'pre-uni' adventure and I seem to have acquired a full-time husband and two gardens. As far as I'm aware, even by my standards that's a lot of change in a short while eh? Time for sleeves up I think. So we introduced ourselves to the plants in the garden. Lots of familiar faces, the Lonicera  (Honeysuckle) is smelling particularly fabulous at the moment. What a lovely greeting.
You'll of course not be disappointed that the garden's already been poked and prodded and some of the more adventurous of the shrubs have  had a wee haircut and a couple of beds are now duly dug. I even found a seat and a path we didn't know about overgrown under a rather rampant fushia. Some of the beds were 'double dug' or even 'triple dug' but lets not go on about that again, those with muddy paws know my feelings on the matter.
This garden is a long supermodelesk skinny garden with ample space for life. We're nicely nestled in a wee East Neuk peedie (small) village, with nowt but a smattering of hooses about the place.
I've a long association with this part of the world, my auld grandfather kept his boat in the harbour hereabouts and we holiday'd in the summers with my grandparents and cousins at the caravans up by the beach. Lots of great memories. And, of course, without doubt, the best ice-cream shop in the world, nae the universe. So we got ice-cream and visited the harbour to say hello. Rude not to I'd say. And also time for a stomp and a paddle. 
So we got the keys on Friday and have been madly emptying boxes and filling shelves and cupboards with all our clobber. We both have a shed each and Mr McFlowers is now installed in his new 'rock god studio' which is the other end of the house from the kitchen sink, we're both glad about that.
The house is beginning to look more like a home than an empty shell. Ok so a messy home, but a home nevertheless. I'm very good at looking 'lived in', I'm naturally crumply.
There's been much cooking already and a bit of gardening. (I'm also naturally 'green toed'.)
I ventured out to a local independent nursery and bought a heap of veggie plants to get the patch started pronto - I don't want to lose a season after all. So its sleeves up and get those pots sorted. Plenty to do.
Always best to start off as you mean to go along I think. Peedie the horticultural hound extraordinaire thinks so too.
He's started how HE means to go on.mind you the other one isn't much better, same style, different location.
Happy new house indeed, everyone's clearly settling in nicely.