We’ve got a major storm passing through southwest Idaho as I write. It started at our house with some of the biggest hail I’ve ever seen, (including during all my years in Iowa, a state which can throw up a doozy of a thunderstorm.)
Evidently, we got off lucky. Down in Jordan Valley it was golfball-sized, and there was one report of baseball-sized hail. Good-bye windshields.
The hail we got here was big enough to decimate my squash patches though.
But Bert, Bertha, Beatrix, and all the other winter squashes are okay.
I tried to take a video during the worst of the hail fall but screwed up and only got a couple of seconds. Here’s an earful of what it sounded like though.
It was all pretty exciting and I…big thunderstorm fanatic that I am…actually loved the whole thing. The hubster laughed when I told him so and commented that thunderstorms are the only thing in existence that could trash my garden and leave me happy about it afterwards.
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