Late yesterday afternoon, the clouds darkened and started looking fierce. We turned on the weather radio and sure enough, there were severe thunderstorm and tornado warnings. You know the warning: possibility of large hail, strong winds exceeding 60 mph, and heavy rain along with lightning. There wasn’t much we could to prepare except watch the sky and keep an eye on things. You can’t cover an acre of garden! And we prayed.
The front rolled in and the thunder was a continual roll. Then the wind came with driving rain. And the hail. A gardener’s worst nightmare. We envisioned our tender plants being shredded. It hailed fingertip-sized hail for about ten minutes while huge wind gusts whipped my hanging baskets off the porch along with empty pots. Would the hoop houses still stand? Were the garden plants shredded?
In fifteen minutes, the storm had passed. No tornadoes. Cautiously we checked the garden after pulling a hanging basket out of the hot tub. There were lots of holes in the squash and cucumber vines with broken leaves. The corn rows had a distinct lean to the east. But all in all, the garden survived well. The plastic was still on the hoop houses, although there were a few worn spots on the ridge where the plastic had whipped against the top joints.
But it’s like life; sometimes you’re real scared things will fall apart, then the sun comes out and you discover that you made it after all and life is good.