Seeing the local news tonight tells me that we shouldn’t weep over the Twin Cities’ weather today. We left home shortly before the storm hit, and while Deb did get drenched running from the car to the fencing venue, that was more or less all we knew until we returned home in the late afternoon. First I speculated it was just heavy water coming off the garage roof, but later my opinion changed as we found the hostas were shredded.
Deb attempted emergency surgery on the Opalka tomato plant that appeared to have taken a direct hit.
I fear that being snapped in half may have been a fatal blow. If we’d known what was coming we could have tried covering the tomatoes in upturned buckets.
