It has been six months since my last post, but I have a good excuse for not writing. Tending to my thousands of baby brug seedlings takes precedence over blogging.  Since my last post I have started seeds from over 150 new crosses.  That equates to about freshly potted 3,000 liners, 75 four inch pots of seedlings waiting to be moved up to liners, 30 four inch pots of seeds recently planted and waiting to sprout, and over 1,000 liners that I just moved up to 1 gallon pots.  Add all this to ...

That's what crossed my mind Sunday morning when I stumbled upon another downed fox in my yard. I heard the ruckus during the night, but had no idea my dog Inga was battling with another fox.  I assumed she was harassing my resident armadillos that frequently rummage through my yard at night. There must be some deep hatred for foxes embedded in her genes.  What was really strange this time around is that when I moved the fox's head to get a better view,  Inga ran up and gave me a puzzled look ...

I know I have been fairly quiet on my garden blog the past couple of weeks.  The primary reason is that my work and travel has been keeping me real busy.  It did not help that our recent freeze brought my hybridizing program to a standstill leaving me very little positive things to report on.  While the work and travel part is not going to change much in the immediate future, I plan to be getting back on track with my hybridizing projects by the end ...

Actually it wasn't the fox and the hound, it was the fox and my dog Inga. I apologize for the dead animal picture, but this is what I encountered while I was out spraying for pests on Saturday morning. I heard the ruckus in the wee hours of the morning, but I had no idea what was shaking down outside.  We've had red foxes around our house as far back as I can remember.  Usually I spot them late at night when I am returning home from the office.  I'll spot them as they scurry across the road ...