A BLOGGER IN OLD ENGLAND (not NEW England, mind you) posted lately about one of spring’s less cheery topics: What didn’t make it? Jane Perrone, a London allotment gardener, confesses to the loss of two Japanese maple, some painted ferns and lamb’s ears, and a “hardy” cyclamen. (Do “hardy” cyclamen ever live, or just all disappear underground, travel some intricate tunnel system between our gardens and reconvene where we cannot see them, laughing at our foolhardiness in having tried to make them cooperate?) I felt compelled to confess to Jane via comment about my heucheras, a few of which seem to have killed themselves this winter (read: NOT MY FAULT), by leaping up and out of the ground and freezing to death. So…do I hear any confessions out there? Or is everybody having a picture-perfect season so far, with nary a loss (oh, right)?