Garden Musings

'Marie Bugnet' ProfessorRoush, at the beginning of a new gardening year, believes he has hit on a new theme that will at least tempo...

Those who are of ProfessorRoush's era will recognize the quote represented by the title of this blog entry, and some may even hear it in...

The weather gods finally opened the spigot and ProfessorRoush's garden got some badly needed rain.   Not from the storm pictured here, a...

'Madame Hardy' Finally, finally, finally.  At last, in this garden year of dry winters and late freezes and cool dampness, when ...

This winter, I will not lose these urns of life. This winter, I will not forget where I stored these pomes. This winter, I will not place ...

I turned the corner last night, July 5, 2019, and there, right there on the top of virginally white 'Blanc Double de Coubert' in ful...

Slowly and stealthly, the sly hunter stalks his prey beneath the searing sun.  He knows this foe, has studied its habits, sought out its sec...

ProfessorRoush's cardiovascular health was tested this morning as I had a bit of a shock while enjoying my garden.  I went out for a &qu...

While I'm off on a garden book tangent, I am pleased to show you one of the many reasons why I browse secondhand book stores and visit e...

There are near white roses and there are almost completely white roses, and there are really, really white roses.  And then, according to mo...

As large shrub roses go, I believe that 'Sir Thomas Lipton' has gotten the short end of the stick and I'd like to apologize to i...