Ok, so my beefsteak and goliath tomatoes were somewhat flattened by a 30 minute hail storm.
They'll come back, right? Besides, I had an ace up my sleeve, a battery of viable, healthy tomatoe plants tucked away safely in a warm spot outside by my boat.
But some quick background. The nice retired lady whose property adjoins my driveway asked me if woldn't mind cutting her field with my tractor. I looked at the foot-tall weeds ands grass, and thought, "cool, I'll play in the dirt for a coupl of hours."
It didn't take me long to countour cut the field and the very next day was the hail storm.
Sunday was pretty. the local hills were dusted with snow, and it wasn't unberably cold. I had planned on going to a family reunion of sorts in Upland, CA on Sunday to meet a new generation of Forbeslings who I don't know very well because they live in Florida.
I walked out to my car, which was parked in front of my upper garden. Out of habit, i glanced over and noticed that insects had been chewing on my plants. About that time, a flight of grasshoppers went winging by.
Oh shit, hail, then a plague of grasshoppers. I'm really glad I have new wiper blades on my Prius, in case it rains frogs.
I'll think real hard before I mock mother nature again--Jim Forbes
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