Really now, Mama N. What in the hell were you playing at today?
Oh, Mama. You so very, very crazy.
It was 80 degrees on March 22, and then today--which was, to refresh your memory in case it's as shoddy as mine is these days, April 23--we got two inches of snow. Which stuck. And actually continued intermittently all day.
That big low bush you see in the corner of the shed in that photo? That's a lilac. It was all set to burst into bloom any second. And then it got crushed under the weight of the snow. The sad and paltry collection of wood you see in the foreground is all that remains of the woodpile, which you best believe is being depleted at this very moment.
The temperature didn't actually get too terribly cold--I think it got to just at or right below freezing-- so I don't think there will be any lasting damage to any of the plants in the garden at the moment. But I'm hereby putting that Mama N. on notice. She can't be trusted. Obviously.