Well, the collards that poked their heads above the snow from time to time are definitely dead. But the collards out back on the hillside, the ones I didn’t see up close all winter not only survived, but look downright robust. They’re as tough as pansies.
I also found some nifty look seed heads. The coneflower heads started out looking like the Black-Eye Susan heads, but they got picked over pretty thoroughly by the goldfinches. Even so, I basically know which is which based on where the flowers were. Now both sets of stalks are serving as markers for where I expect this year’s growth to resume. So it all works out.
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