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...

Yesterday was Garden Day in ProfessorRoush's world; a full hot day in the sun to relish the feel of sweat and sore muscles and honest la...

See, this is why ProfessorRoush can't have a nice, simple garden filled with perfect plants and idyllic moments.   Aside from minor prob...

All right, that's enough!   ProfessorRoush has let this go on far too long.  I thought it was bad enough when I spied one little ra...

I took Bella out the front door last night for her nightly squat, flipped on the lights, opened the front door, and followed her slightly ro...

In my garden, after all these years, I'm reasonably sure that 99% of what lives there won't kill me.  It took ProfessorRoush all the...

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

How many of you, Garden Fanatics, Part-Time Dirt Grubbers or Cutting Garden Aficionados all, would voluntarily choose to host a rabbit in y...

Unbeknownst to a sleeping or absent ProfessorRoush, there seems to have been a party, or a series of parties, held in my back yard in the la...

In my garden, working there, I came across a spry young Hare. It didn't run, it knew no fear, It's known the gardener all this ye...