Friday evening, June 28th, the sky turned white, clouds swirled and all "hail" broke loose. Wind, rain, and dime size ice balls pounded the garden. The latter hurling thru the air sideways, with a fierceness that had me afraid windows were going to shatter and worse...
Scary stuff. So glad the hail wasn't any larger.
Scarier still when a survey of the garden was conducted afterwards....
The succulent container was pretty much destroyed. :(
My one and only yellow foxtail lily (the other nine buds froze in one of our late spring snowstorms) had toppled in half.
Let's not even go there with what happened to the beautiful roses I had just posted about.
Remember 'Crown Princess Margareta:'
Thank you to the inventor of photography for allowing me to preserve my memories into infinity ~ despite Mother Nature.
'Charles Darwin' had the odds with him that night. He was protected from the driving pellets of ice that stacked up like snow all around him.
Many other plants, pots and trees were not so lucky.
Over the weekend, I filled my yard waste cart with debris from the storm clean-up, I couldn't believe how much there was...
If I'd been watching the birds that evening (and not the sky) I would have known something was brewing too.
Bullocks Oriole on sugar water feeder.
They all disappeared and the garden got eerily quiet.
It could have been much worse. So grateful it wasn't.
The garden will regenerate.
I just hope it's quickly...
p.s. My Clivia's are blooming:
Thank goodness the hail didn't maim them!