Time heals all wounds, is how the saying goes and two weeks has healed many of the hail wounds in the garden. In some ways it is miraculous. I thought many of our brassicas (Broccoli, cabbage, Brussel Sprouts, etc.) were going to be a loss, and I was sure all of the lettuce was on its way to the pigs and chickens. But most are moving on, growing strong and producing bounty for us to eat. There have been some losses—the snap peas were a casualty, so no more peas until the end of the season when a fall round matures. The melons, already unhappy with the cool rainy summer, just didn’t hold up to the hail nor did the tomatoes or peppers we had outside. (Fortunately most were in the hoop house) Many things have been set back a bit, but they will come.
Again, I can go out into the garden with amazement and pride, though the reminders of the power of hail remain. We are quite lucky.
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