The weather radio woke me up about four times after I went to bed at 9:30 this evening. Severe thunderstorm. I wished for rain. There was a response to my plea. Unfortunately, it came in solid form.
A screen grab of the NWS radar. This image is rated GD — “Garden is Doomed”
Two hailstones that happened to bounce up into the shelter of my east-facing porch and a half-dollar.
The hail drift outside my west-facing patio door. The deck was nearly completely covered. I was afraid to go near this door during the storm. I am glad it did not break. The back porch light is broken, however, and there are numerous 2-to-3-inch holes in the siding. The last storm we had, I could caulk the holes in the siding and not have to replace it. Not this time.
AND MY GARDEN!!! OH, BOO HOO, MY GARDEN!!!!! *wailing and gnashing of teeth*
What is left of my broccoli, which was just starting to crown.
What is left of my tomatoes, which were just starting to fruit.
I tell ya, this western Nebraska weather is enough to drive me to drink!
When life gives you hail, use it for a beer cooler!
Doubtful I will get back to sleep anytime soon.
A few days after the big storm, and it seems that all is not lost with my garden.
The eggplant in a pot further from the house sustained less damage than the plants in the ground closer to the house. It’s beginning to set fruit.
The pepper plant may have been severely pruned by the hail, but it’s still blooming.
The remnants of my cantaloupe plant is gamely putting out blooms, too.
The basil seed I planted hadn’t yet come up yet. Good thing. Compare the size of the seedlings with the craters left from the hailstones.
Copyright 2012 by Katie Bradshaw