Lilacs seem to know nothing of winterkill. This long harsh winter was as nothing to these ancient lilacs.
The same cannot be said for the wisteria. Winterkill in its most serious form has hit here. There is always a little winterkill, but there should be some sign of life by this time in the spring. No such luck. This might very well be the end of the wisteria as the provider of shade on the piazza.
The Thomas Affleck rose in front of the house has suffered a major attack of winterkill. I am going out today to give it a good pruning. I am not in despair over the amount of winterkill among the roses. The rugosas are less susceptible than any of the other roses, but those that do endure winterkill often surprise me with how quickly and lushly they recover. My pruners are sharpened and ready for a major attack on dead or broken branches. Then we will see what June brings.
On this (almost) Wordless Wednesday I can think of nothing more to say on the topic.