Garden Musings

The garden waits, entombed in ice. Life suspended, frozen time. Stiff and brittle, brown and silent. Bowing low to winter's will. B...

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...

I like big hips and I can not lie You other gardeners can't deny That when a rose shows up with its foliage rough and tough  And puts...

'Beautiful Edgings' I'm angry at my garden.  There, I said it.  I'm ProfessorRoush and I'm angry at my garden.  Ther...