Halfway around the lake, it began to hail. Big white chunks that hurt my skin. I continued to run, watching the hail bounce on the ground like someone had dropped a bunch of very, very tiny ping pong balls. I muscled on, because running through hail makes you feel like an Olympian. But when it turned to rain a mile later, it was dreary.
After my run, it became hail again.
I came home and saw hail nestled in the grass, not melting, like some infestation of insects had laid their icy eggs all through the lawn. Here is a picture of some plants on our porch, with the hail nestled in the pot and on the leaves.
An hour later, I stepped back onto the porch and the hail still hadn’t melted.
Fast forward to the evening: big time thunder, which we almost never get here. Lightning too. We went through some weather extremes yesterday.And now I know I am officially a grown-up, since I thought it was interesting to write about the weather.