Monday, March 31, 2025

Hillmomba Takes A Pounding

We expected rain on Sunday. Farmer H would have gladly grilled some of our leftover frozen sausage patties. But I told him I saw rain was forecast. So we put the grilling off for a few days, in favor of meat loaf. We don't regularly watch the local news and weather. If Farmer H has some work planned on the outside of a flip house, he checks his phone in the morning for the forecast. So we had no idea that actual STORMS were headed our way.

I was sitting at the kitchen table with HIPPIE around noon. The sun was shining. I even took a picture of Farmer H's newest addition to the back porch. Scarcely had I sat down from doing so than the skies darkened. The wind picked up. And HAIL STARTED POUNDING ON THE MANSION!

This was a bit scary. The trees were whipping around, and the sky got dark as dusk. I did NOT want to open the kitchen door when I saw that the hail was coming down at a 45-degree angle. That hail was the size of hazelnuts. 


There it is, on the back porch outside the kitchen door. Sorry for the view through the window shades, but I was not opening that door.

When I looked out the other window at POOLIO, the water was churning like a bubbling hot tub! So much hail.


That's an even worse view, but you can see hail on the porch rail, and lining the edge of POOLIO. It apparently did not hurt the frogs who currently reside in that location, peeping and peeping all the live-long night.

When I left for town around 4:45, later than usual, having waited for the storms to pass, I saw remnants of the hail, even though the temperature was 75 degrees.


The road to town was covered with twigs and bits of pine needles. The trees took a beating from that hail. It smelled wonderful, though, the scent of pine. 

The skies were darkening again. I only made two stops for my scratchers. No grocery shopping. It was starting to sprinkle before I returned to the Mansion. Our power went off FIVE TIMES between 5:30 and 6:00. Thankfully, it kept coming back on, though making us reset the microwave clock, and wait for the DISH satellite to reload its info so the TV could play. The electricity had only gone off once during the noontime storm, and came right back.

Farmer H said that probably a tree limb got blown onto a wire in the first round, and then when the wind started up again, it kept shutting off the power, but whatever system the electric company has as backup (I don't always listen to Farmer H's details) allowed the power to come right back on.

We will have to check our metal roof for damages. Not a good thing, since Farmer H just switched our homeowner's insurance to a new company a month or two ago. If we have a claim, they might raise our rates to the same as our insurance company of 35 years. I was against this change to begin with. I hope it doesn't bite us on the rumpus.

2 comments:

River said...

These days I don't mind unexpected hailstorms but do worry about people who are out in it and about power outages. The one I remember vividly was years ago when I had only two children, aged one and three, we went for a walk to the shops on a sunny day and on the way home in an instant the sky was black and hail was hammering at us, the baby was in a stroller with no hood for shelter so I steered us next to a fence and hovered over both kids as much as I could but we all got drenched and both kids had small bruises from hailstones hitting their arms. When it started easing I hurried us all home as quick as we could.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
OH NO! Those poor babies! I'm sure that broke your heart, doing the best you could to protect them.

We got stuck in a hailstorm one evening, coming home from a school event where Genius and The Pony (13 and 10 at the time) were receiving awards. We made it to the Dead Mouse Smelling Post Office. Hick parked under a tree in the little park across from it. It was a bit of protection. T-Hoe was fairly new then, and still bears the dents from that storm. It was scary, but at least we were safe inside T-Hoe, and no longer moving.