An unbiased account of the creatures and characters of Western New York, plus my usual ramblings.
My wisteria blossoms froze while we were gone. One day of snow, which melted by evening, and the blossoms are history.
I love wisteria, don't think it grows up here
My wisteria blossoms froze while we were gone. One day of snow, which melted by evening, and the blossoms are history.
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