With the sun shining and temperatures above 50, I decided to walk out and survey the actual garden damage – which netted some uplifting news.
Three peppers survived, thanks to the hail knocking down the lids of the #10 cans that had been placed around them at transplanting:
And I mis-reported previously – the white flowers are peonies, not roses (flowers are not my strong point) – those bushes not only have blooms but are full of buds ready to go forth and beautify:
The onions look like they’ll pull through (all 36 of em’):
Not too convinced any of the 40 tomatoes will:
On the plus side, not all the seed I had planted of various things had emerged from the last new moon planting phase. Take a gander at the soybeans that made their appearance after Friday’s storm:
The perennial blue flax dared to start blooming again:
And always heartening to see how petrified wood survives the chaos around it:
All in all, very grateful for Mother Nature’s reminders to keep your chin up, nothing is ever a total wash and miracles do happen.