There’s a smell to it… a smidge of ozone from the lightning, an icy coldness, a mown grass scent multiplied with different leaf and stem scents, wet earth, and muddy water.
This morning was spent finishing a new flower bed and planting some last few tomatoes.
This is the before photo. Note the gorgeous basket full of petunias.
It doesn’t look like that now.
This is my rhubarb plant…
My tomatoes have a few tiny leaves on them. My raspberries full of berries for a bumper harvest are now split and bent.
While .71” is the measurement for this storm on my official weather machine, looking in any dog dish will tell you it was probably much heavier.
Then we toured to see how much everyone else received and how far widespread it was. It was very localized.
They weren’t happy, but they weren’t hurt. Look at the tomato soup of a stream!
Last year it was a late killing frost. 2018 and 2019 I was hailed out. I’m not sure about 2020 and 2021, but seems like it was just a poor year. I could have been hailed out… I didn’t spend that much time looking. Some plants may recover but I may be looking to see if there are any left somewhere for sale…
Why do I garden in Wyoming?
Find me here!
Oh no!
This is so relatable. I moved to Wyoming six years ago. Wind and hail have shredded my
garden and flowers more often than not. I’d like to think of myself as strong and determined, like the Wyoming pioneer women before us. But some days, it is just darn discouraging.
Just – “because”!