Hell’s Hail

I’m beginning to think that Martin’s idea of opening the garden is cursed. First, as I wrote in Elementary Physics, I fell off a ladder trying to get the garden neat and tidy. Second, last night’s thunderstorm was a real doozy. Not only did we have torrential rain, but we had a prolonged hailstorm, with hailstones the size of marbles.

 

Poor Martin was totally despondent this morning when he inspected the damage. The hostas have been shredded to within an inch of their lives, and many of the flowers have been pummelled into the earth. He thinks we should put out a sign next weekend explaining that it isn’t our fault that the garden looks such a mess…