And we really needed some. Above, with my foot for reference is a common (as in we have these all over, same size) crack in the ground. I have big feet. And this is AFTER it rained!
Yesterday Harold poured a 5 gallon bucket of water into one of these cracks in the backyard. You could hear the water gurgling down on its way to China. These cracks are deep!
The bad news is that some of it came as hail driven by 60 mph winds and thus several adages come to mind:
Don't count your chickens (or apricots)... and the one about crying over spilled milk. Well, I do cry over that, because milking is hard work, and I think Harold is rather upset about the state of his garden.
"Creamed" corn
Squashed
No watermelon survived
The hail shredded leafy plants and damaged all the fruit.
The apricots were just a few days from harvest, we had even set up the fruit picker and ladder...
The fallen ones were delicious, and WITHOUT worms!
Before the storm (actually side not hailed on)
Hail damaged side
See all the brown spots, bruises?
Alas, all for nought. And I was a hair's breath away from sending Harold out for more jars for jams and such. Nothing better than apricot jelly, it is like eating sunshine. Well, we still have some from last year, and will have to ration that.
Pommeled peaches
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| Apples are bruised and leaves shredded |
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