Margot and Guinness are at the vet this morning, getting their semi-annual checkups. Since Pixie and Penny spent the night with us last night, they were snoozing with me on the bed when I was awakened by a strange and persistent clatter.
I jumped up, grabbed my camera, and opened the front door to shoot the sidewalk leading to the porch. Hail was falling fast and furious, clicking against all the windows and ripping dogs from their dreams.
Prompt from FMS Photo A Day.
WOW. None at my office.
Nobody else I know reported any, either. Maybe it was just over my house! I’m like my own Hawthorne story.
Renee doesn’t like hail at all. It not only scares her … it hurts, too!
I just don’t want it to be big enough to damage the cars.
I can never think of hail without remembering stories from Steve R’s parents, who were farmers, and how a hail storm could destroy an entire crop–and thus their income for the year.