Garden-blogging came to a screeching halt due to the gardener’s freefall into the depths of depression over a hard, long freeze we had for a week around Easter. I ran around and covered most of the roses with all the sheets in the house that family members weren’t actually sleeping on, but still there has been a great deal of damage. It’s been too cold and windy since then to even have much interest in going out and assessing the situation. The hydrangeas are especially pitiful looking. It’s all very pitiful.