Just a quick post . . . I previously spoke about the advent of the 2015 flower season. Well, right now it don’t look too good. Following the Mother’s Day blizzard, lots of plants were hurt (including trees) and last night we got the second hit.
Hail. Big, angry, pounding hail.
We had just sat down to enjoy a snack and some TV when we heard the first few pieces hit the house. They sounded like shots. Within a half minute, it was more like a machine gun. We literally jumped up and rushed out to bring the flowers pots under cover.
Let me tell you . . . it hurt. We got most of them in before they were severely damaged, but some got hurt bad within the span of under a minute.
We got soaked, of course, and the brief interval that the North-facing sliding door was open was enough for hundreds of hail stones to gain entry and invade our wood floor . . . which we then had to clean before the hail melted.
Here’s the basket that sits on the deck table . . .
Of course, we could not bring in the annuals from the flowerbeds.
The Peonies were already hurt by the frost, and they took another good hit . . . I don’t expect much from them, but we’ll see.
The above shot is from this mid-morning (the day after). Small plants were buried, and larger ones all showed damage. The aspens, maples, and dogwood trees also showed a lot of damage (many pieces of leaves litter the ground).
This is what the phlox looked like last week:
. . . and what they look like today:
Of course, some will rejoice.
Not so fast, buckaroos! I may not end up with enough flowers photos for mega posts, but I can still load 96 versions of the same photograph.
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