Granny would have been 85 today.
We woke to six inches of snow. I thought the blizzard in March would have done away with the weakest branches, but undressed branches that withstood three feet of snow and my clobbering could not manage six inches of snow with their leaves on. We lost about a third of the cherry tree and a major branch of the larger plum.
But that wasn't the only reason I cried while plying the pruning saw.