We had a remarkable hail storm over the weekend. The rain, wind and hail lasted for about 20 minutes and damaged cars, roofs … and our garden. We were luck that we hadn’t planted the tomato seedlings yet, or else they would have been destroyed completely.
When folks say “golf-ball sized hail” they aren’t kidding. Take a look at the size of this sucker. It was probably bigger when it hit the ground and finally bounced/rolled under the porch where we could safely retrieve it.
We were terrified to go out to inspect the garden in the morning, fearing that everything would be shredded. It wasn’t as bad as we’d imagined (thank goodness) but the hosta bed took the brunt of the damage. What’s that proverb? Pride goes before a fall? Well, that certainly holds true in this case.
Take a look at our lovely giant blue hosta before and after the hail storm. We were SO PLEASED with the way the hosta garden was developing and absolutely too proud of everything. Then the storm came. And this was the result.
We know that it will heal itself (and the other plants will also spring right back) from the storm but I have to admit it was heartbreaking to realize that the storm came at EXACTLY the time when it could inflict the most damage.
Sigh. Such is the life of a gardener.