Hope's Corner: A Hail of a Storm
"Everything green and growing was shredded, but the vehicles and the roof had no damage," writes Jackie Hope.
After the recent hailstorm, a friend pretty much summed up the destruction. “My yard looks like leaf slaw.” Yep. That is exactly what happened. The trees, shrubs, flowers, and veggies were put through a cabbage shredder. All we lacked was mayonnaise falling from the sky. And considering the amount of hail that fell during the storm, I would not have been at all surprised to find it raining mayonnaise as well.
We live at what turned out to be hail central. Friends near the college sustained slightly less damage, and friends on the south side of town were shocked at my pictures of hail drifts in our street. From our street northward to my friend’s leaf slaw yard, it was total devastation.
My brave husband drove home from work during the storm. He endured the elements, just like those reporters we see on The Weather Channel, and arrived home safely. Where he found me standing in the middle of the kitchen, crying. I am not at all brave.
Saving what we could, and swearing about what we couldn’t, we watched as drifts of hailstones accumulated on the patio, in the gutter, and on what had once been my little veggie garden.
When the hail finally stopped, we looked out at steam rising off yards, and at ice covering the street where the hailstones had begun to melt. We would not have been at all surprised to see werewolves and zombies rising out of that mist.
The storm drain at the bottom of the driveway was iced shut. And where, or where, had we put the ice chopper and the snow shovels? We thought, if the need arose, we could use the ice chopper on werewolves and zombies, as well.
We measured about an inch and a quarter of moisture in our rain gauge, after the hailstones melted. With the hail bouncing in and out of the rain gauge, and off every other surface in the yard, we really do not accurately know how much moisture we received. There was a layer of dirt all across the patio, though, so we know for sure those stones were dirty little devils.
Eerily enough, it was sort of soft hail. Everything green and growing was shredded, but the vehicles and the roof had no damage. My Mother’s Day bird bath took several hits, but the vinyl fence was unscathed. And, best of all, no birds’ nests were hailed out and no wild creatures were hurt.
There were, however, half a dozen field mice and one gray mouse that took up residence in our garage. We have diligently trapped them all in a no-kill trap, and have relocated them to Vole-Halla, which is an Experiment Station field at the end of the block. I am sure NDSU will appreciate our passing the mice along to them.
Jackie Hope is the longest running Dickinson Press contributor and columnist. "Hope's Corner" is a weekly humorous column centered on a message of hope for residents in southwest North Dakota.
This column does not necessarily reflect the opinion of The Dickinson Press, nor Forum ownership.