The miniature roses I got for mother's day survived - and one even opened a bloom! (That's zeolite on the ground - a garden input - not snow.)
The heliotrope didn't fare so well. Neither did the marigolds or the four o'clocks.
The man is taking his dad to the airport even as I type, & I'm going to go & watch Sesame Street with my girl.
*That's pestilence or plague, right? Gotta be.
**I find the act of knitting very soothing, & I don't need to look at Shawl That Counting to work on it.