Garden Musings

ProfessorRoush owes his readers an apology.  You see, I tried to blog yesterday, but I couldn't find my muse anywhere.  I have so much t...

Where, pray tell me, does one start to explain one's absence from this minor blog of over 3 months?  Many, if not most, of my readers ma...

The little devilish side of ProfessorRoush sometimes enjoys asking the uncomfortable questions, just to watch the answer-maker squirm a litt...

ProfessorRoush is polling today (or is it trolling?) with a troubling question for my blog readers.   Gardeners, do you prefer the captured ...

'Hope for Humanity' I was stunned speechless, stopped instantly in my tracks last week, by a random statement in a GardenRant.com c...

Hemerocallis 'Blue Racer' Life, as gardening, is a constant struggle, a process of waning and waxing hopes, heart-breaking failu...

I took a walk today, a "noon constitutional" as it might have been termed in another more gracious age.  I took a walk and strode ...

Such oblivious creatures, we Homo sapiens, we naked apes of tools and dreams.  We trod through millennia, intent on food, shelter, and water...

ProfessorRoush is on a fool's errand, a foolhardy full court press, plunging beneath the alternating waves of winter and spring to creat...

ProfessorRoush was away this week, visiting the Birthplace of Freedom;  Boston, Massachusetts.  Yes, I walked the Freedom Trail and I saw Pl...

ProfessorRoush was "beeing" busy in search of bees this weekend.  After my last post, when I included a photograph showing a bumbl...

paeonia 'Buckeye Belle'  On a whim, in a bookstore last winter and presumably with a Christmas gift card to burn, one of the boo...

Cannabis sativa .  Weed. Pot. Indian Hemp.  Mary Jane, buds, hippie lettuce, skunk weed, wacky tobaccy, combustible herbage.  Marijuana.  C...

I almost passed by, on a gentle evening or so past, this small vignette but I paused, paused to look further and experience the quiet grac...

Unlike some of my fellow human-kind, ProfessorRoush has never quite bitten on the lure of the supernatural.  Sure, I have always liked a goo...