So, in my last post I implied that Spring had sprung in London, Ontario. Flowers were starting to bloom, there is green on the treas and the sky was blue and clear. Well, yesterday was a different story. I had just gotten home from work and was eating dinner while watching an episode of Mad Men on Netflix (my latest obsession...am I the only one who has a girl crush on Christina Hendricks?) when it started to thunder and rain. "Oh well," I thought, "just another crappy Spring weekend ahead." Then, suddenly the raid started to get very loud, unusually loud. I looked out the window and sure enough...HAIL! Hail pellets the size of chick peas were falling from the sky.
Usually hail storms only last a couple of minutes then turn back into rain. But this hail shower would not let up until my garden looked like a winter wonderland.
The hail fell for at least 10 minutes. I called my mom on the other side of town and she said they only had a little bit of hail. So, even though Spring is in the air,other nature likes to remind us that she is still the one in control of this situation.