It only snowed about an inch. Nothing like what they got to the West, near Buffalo. They're snowed in there, and, the last I heard, it's still coming down. We just got enough to make everything pretty.
My poor Asters. They were dead, of course, but, now they're dead and smooshed.
You know, I suppose I really should have gotten myself out there and cut them down, before the snows came. Oh well, they'll be there in the Spring,.