|It snowed here last Saturday. A lot.|
I am cold but okay.
The garden -- not. I lost many young trees, and the mini forest I created on the back hill to screen us from the road has been mostly topped, no longer screening anything. Woody debris is scattered everywhere.
Large limbs came off the specimen maple trees in our yard and the trees will look deformed for a while but will surely live. Not so the doublefile viburnum, split smack down the middle, or the witch hazels, or redbuds or a lovely ornamental cherry --- they were all split or snapped off at the trunk.
|This redbud had gotten 15 feet tall and so leafy!|
|The 'Okame' cherry snapped off|
|All the witch hazels fell apart. This was 'Diane'|
The flowering dogwood had gotten to be a lovely shape and size. It will live and eventually re-branch its missing limbs, but what a goofy look for a tree, certainly for a while to come.
My Bradford pear imploded, as did all the pear trees in town, every last one! Horrid tree, no good in any kind of weather. I won't replant it.
I'll stop here. My garden as I designed it is gone and I need to start over, but some plants will regrow in different shapes and many things survived and will look no worse.
The river birches made it with only a few branches dropped. The magnolia will look lopsided but will gain more leaves in a season or two. The katsura tree is iffy, but we'll see. The evergreens are good and I'll start there with design changes.
Nature can be forgiving. Stuff that wasn't snapped in two will regrow, fill in again, and I will replant what I need to. I will still have a nice garden.
Not the one I envisioned, but it's her show, not mine.