The bullets started ripping around 9 p.m. Or, at least that's what I thought they were. But they were actually golfball-sized hail stones -- more like rocks! The noise was deafening, as they pounded the roof. My flowers!
I almost couldn't look outside. When I did, I saw they were being pummelled. I almost cried. After all the babying and covering I did in the Spring, they were being clobbered. All I can say is it's a good thing I took pictures given their dismal state this morning.
This morning, no one at the pool seemed disturbed. "Welcome to Calgary weather," said one woman I have gotten to know.
Never ceases to amaze me.
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