July 28th started as a very nice day. A warm, sunshiny day. The flowers were blooming, the leaves were gently fluttering in the breeze, the men were in the hay field putting up good alfalfa hay. Miss Peach was outside looking at the flowers with the "Finding Glass" as she calls it. (Magni-
fying finding glass, you see?)
All was right with the world.
As the hot, lazy afternoon went by, clouds started puffing up in the sky and then this black, ominous cloud started to build and swirl around above us. We knew it wasn't a good cloud. Everyone came rushing into our house to wait and see what was going to happen.
And then it happened.... Hail.
First, hard rain, and then pea sized hail, and then a few marble sized hailstones fell, and lastly, golf ball sized hail came zinging down out of the sky. It was as if the angels in heaven were having a snowball fight and decided to throw down a little "hail and brimstone" upon us. Thankfully, there was no wind with it and we noticed that some of the hail broke apart as it fell. Normally when a hailstorm hits us, the temperature cools right down and the wind blows hard, but this time the air temperature stayed warm and the wind didn't blow. Perhaps that's why the angels' hailstones crumbled.
We really didn't have a whole lot of damage. The trees lost a few leaves and branches and some of the flowers got knocked around. The veggie patch was virtually unharmed, save the onions. Onion tops seem to be very delicate. We were so glad to escape what might have been a very damaging storm had the wind blown in with it.
Hailstones saved in the freezer.
Sometimes you have to have proof when you talk of golf ball sized hail out here in the middle of nowhere.