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Remember those tin lunchboxes everyone had as a kid? They were sturdy little lunch pails that held everything from your sandwich and juice box to your pudding or fruit cup. Sometimes they even had a Fruit-by-the-foot inside, and everything fit together perfectly--a little bit like a well-played game of Tetris. 

The Tin Lunchbox (that's us!) does the same thing: We provide a variety of shared information from featured artists and literary endeavors to recipe sharing that all fits flawlessly into one place. Granted, we aren't working with physical  lunchboxes, but it is fun to imagine all the same.

Day In The Life

Holy Hailstorm, Batman!

Shawna Caro

This post originally appeared in Lunchbox Diaries on May 11, 2016. 

So I've got myself a pretty little garden, where I'd been growing some food from seeds. I have planted four varieties of pumpkins, strawberries, cantaloupe, spinach, mustard greens, mesculum, cabbage, lettuce, broccoli, cucumber, eggplant, carrots, three varieties of onions, corn, peas, zucchini, beets, turnips, nasturtiums, roses, marigolds, garlic, and three varieties of squash. 

Yesterday evening I tied up the peas so they would climb, and otherwise weeded and watered the garden. This morning, at about 5 a.m., it started hailing. A lot. 

My daughter woke up first, then the dogs, and then us. The dogs are big scaredy cats and were barking and running in circles. The hail was pounding on the house and window so  hard that we were concerned some of our windows might be damaged. Then I remembered the garden. 

OH. NO. 

We opened the front door to see how much hail there really was and to see the size of it. There was so much hail that the street was white instead of wet, inky black. My potted plants outside my front door were completely decimated. I lost my fuschias, salvia, gerbera daisy, and cilantro. The hail had only been coming down for a couple minutes at this point. In total, the hail lasted for twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES OF THUNDERING BALLS OF ICE. 

 The hailstones, as viewed from our front door. 

The hailstones, as viewed from our front door. 

Do you know how high hail can bounce? Higher than the roof of a sedan. Oh yes. 

The hail ranged in size from as small as a pea to as large as a silver dollar. We had piles of it in the yard and on the front walk. Some were still around when I left for work at 6:45.

 My husband holds one of the larger hailstones.

My husband holds one of the larger hailstones.

In the garden, I lost all of the mustard, spinach, mesculum, cabbage, broccoli, eggplant, cucumber, most of the turnips, some of the corn and peas, all of the nasturtiums, the buds on my roses, and had minimal leaf damage to the squash and pumpkins. Many of these will have to be started all over again, and very few of them even have stems left. My garden looks like someone put all my leafy greens in a blender and then poured them all over the ground. 

And my car...whew! I'm filing a claim since most of the panels are damaged--severely! 

Here's to hoping that my replanting goes better than this round. I'll still be able to get an early harvest out of my crops as long as I can get the new seeds in the ground before the end of the month. 

I hope all of you are staying safe and hail-free in the meantime!