Well, Hail!

We were north of Wichita when we heard the weather report:  high winds, large hail, and tornadoes headed our way.  We had gone to Grace Hill Vineyards to pick up a donation for the Catbackers' Auction, and we thought we had plenty of time.  Of course, we took the new Lincoln, not thinking we would have any problems with the weather.

Don drove faster than I would have liked as we came home.  He was concerned about beating the storm; I was concerned about getting home alive.

We got into the garage, shut the door, came inside . . . and it started raining.  Within a minute, it started hailing.  First small, but that didn't last.  Suddenly it sounded like it was raining golf balls, which I guess it really was.  My irises, which were gorgeous (and late, as everything is this year), are shredded.  Branches are out of trees, the streets are green from the leaves that were torn off the trees, the hostas have holes in their leaves.  The purple Jeep . . . well, let's just say it has lots of new dimples.

The good news?  We didn't lose the electricity, and anything else that happened can be fixed.  Here is a sample of the biggest hail stone we found.  All in all, we were lucky.