Garden Musings

Although all the national media is calling the recent storm "The Storm of a Lifetime" or "The Storm of the Century", it ...

Dr. and Mrs. ProfessorRoush set out on a quick run for tacos and Crumbl Cookies® last night, a quest for the perfect Saturday night snack co...

Creatures creep in my garden fair, They sneak and crawl, go here and there. They run, they jump, they eat, they fight, They wander there mos...

Like an exile without a country, ProfessorRoush this week was a gardener without much of a garden.  Cold brisk weather and a little snow com...

Don't get mislead; ProfessorRoush cares not even a minuscule portion of his bones that it's Superbowl Sunday.  Well, perhaps a few d...

It was a week ago today that Bella, the garden defender, informed me that the deer were back grazing in the garden.  A few loud barks at 6:3...

The intrepid Bella jumped from our bed and ran into the sunroom yesterday around 6:45 a.m. and started barking madly.  When I crawled out bl...

ProfessorRoush has been busy and neglected his blog, but not particularly his garden.  It was a long, hot autumn, and I'm still diligent...

ProfessorRoush hasn't slept in, self-defined as any prone position of my body after 6:00 a.m., for years, but I had plans to make it unt...

Until today, the sometimes dense ProfessorRoush has been under the impression that his garden has gone into hibernation for the cold days ah...

My trail camera has spent most of the summer in desperate need of attention.  The batteries were beyond dead and I had removed the digital m...