We got back home around 10:30 it was 64 degrees outside. Then it started raining really hard and just before 11:00—it started hailing and the hail that was hitting our tin roof was so loud, Tony and I could not hear each other, when we were standing one foot away from each other. And the temperature dropped down to 55 degrees. And when I looked outside it looked like a winter wonderland with these really big round snow flakes.
Trigger's windshield looked like it had just survived a Colorado blizzard. It was too weird.
And our front porch was covered with hail that had blown in.
After the hail storm Tony went outside to investigate the damage and he wouldn't let me come outside, because he said it was so slippery and it was like walking on marbles. So, standing in the doorway I asked him to pick up a few pieces of hail so I could take a picture of it before it melted anymore.
Then brave Henry Standing Bear went outside to see "what the he**" had just happened outside.
So I ventured outside and took a look, too. The hail killed all of Tony's wild flowers that he planted in pots, in our front yard and his beautiful 2 foot tall tomato plants, with tiny tomatoes, in his key hole garden, were beaten to a pulp, so he is pretty depressed about the hail storm destroying his crop and flowers. I took this picture from the front porch. And I am so grateful that most of our beautiful flowers on the front porch had so little damage. But sadly these didn't make it.
It is now 12:26. The temperature outside is 57 degrees and it is starting to rain again. It is 66 degrees inside The Cabin, so I am going to go pull on a sweatshirt and then take a short nap with all of our dogs. So life is good—sort of.
Y'all have a great day and keep on laughing—come hail or high water! Because it could always be much worse.
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