We came home from a lovely, although cold and wet, two days in the Rockies, to find our garden thoroughly hailed. The old van has pockmarks on every panel except the back one, where the rust spots are. The pears and apples will be bruised this year. And we need to rake up the greens scattered and crushed across the lawn. But we figure we got off pretty lucky. No new roof this time. No broken windows. No broken branches. Or heads.
We’ve collected some treasures with broken stems – an otherwise intact delphineum bloom, most of the dill from one flower bed. Dill with tomatoes and cucumber for dinner, I think.
Maureen
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