Garden Musings

Serendipity is defined by the Oxford dictionary as "the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way....

He almost didn't do it.   Yesterday was ProfessorRoush's 66th birthday, and it was packed so busy that, at first, he nearly didn...

ProfessorRoush has nothing clever to say tonight; no biting wit, no humor, not even a long love poem to a favorite rose.  I took advantage o...

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

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...

During the periodic brief rains yesterday (which didn't amount to anything except running me out of the garden), I collected a few flowe...

The selection of roses for planting is such a fickle action at times.  I sometimes seek out specific roses based on their reputations, while...

If the Doomsday Prepper interpretations of the Mayan Long Count Calendar are right, this blog will be the last I post, the last electronic s...

'Madame Hardy' At last comes the third blog in my series reviews of roses for blackspot susceptibility.  Two Mondays ago I repor...

'Carefree Spirit' I promised this post to some visitors to my garden (well, actually they were captive relatives quickly lured i...

I'm musing far from the garden today, prompted by random recollections that refuse to be ignored.  Although I made a quick trip into my ...

A recent post on Gardenweb.com threw me for a momentary loop, but it also turned my thoughts and outrageous fantasies in a new direction.  A...

Over forty posts into this blog and I am remiss by not admitting that while I don't, as a general rule, pick favorites for most things, ...

I have a problem. I am a Garden Statueholic. I sometimes go to plant nurseries for the sole purpose of surveying their statues and at such t...