Garden Musings

 ProfessorRoush woke up to a thanks-filled morning after a cold night on the prairie covered the grass with a heavy frost, bejeweling it wit...

I write today in awe of one of nature's most finely-tuned predators, the Red-Tailed Hawk, Buteo jamaicensis , ubiquitous on the Kansas...

This dawn beckons, the first morning of a new year, and yet I find myself reluctant to bid goodbye to the old.  The Year 2013 Of Our Lord wa...

A second blessed event 0f RAIN (!) occurred Wednesday night.  Short-lived, but a nice little downpour of a little over an hour yielded 2.6 i...

I believe that some of the most fascinating aspects of Flint Hills gardening have been the examples of local fauna adaptation that are every...

There are mornings, beyond understanding, when we wake up and the world that has lately seemed small and brown and drab is suddenly made gol...

For a long time I've made a little fun of the trees in my Flint Hills yard. They're perfectly fine trees, they are just, well, they ...