This summer, we’ve been enjoying the bounty from the garden we planted. All that came to a crashing halt last night as our area was hit with a massive storm that included winds, hail, heavy rains, more hail and lightning.
Our garden is almost a total loss and my flowers I keep along the house are no more. Our yard was littered with dead birds, toads and even some rabbits. Fortunately, we didn’t sustain any real property damage. Our friends and neighbors weren’t so lucky. Just a half-mile down the road, one neighbor had his corn destroyed. Another lost all the north facing windows in his house. The talk all over the county fair today was about crop loss, broken windows and praying today’s storms give us a break.
About 45 miles due south of here, weather completely devastated the town of Pine Bluffs with a massive hail storm. Golf ball-sized hail destroyed almost every window in every house and car in town. On the level, 36 inches of collected hail was recorded. It looked like Christmas in July, the stuff was so thick.
After the storm rolled over us, I tried my hand at some lightning photography. Even seeing the storm from a distance was awe-inspiring. The raw, unrelenting power of nature left me gobsmacked. Lightning popped and crackleded in the distance, thunder rumbled into the void and I was left feeling how truly very infinitesimally small I am in this amazing universe we call home.
Wyokiddo was pretty bummed today as we surveyed the damage to our garden. “No more vegetables? But we worked so hard!” she wailed as we picked up tree limbs.
I was heartsick about our garden, too. But it is just a garden. It was not us, or our home or our livelihood that was destroyed. I tried to use the opportunity to teach my little girl about toughness and gratitude. So we talked about how we can be sad we lost our lovely garden, but we should also be thankful that we are safe and so are our friends and neighbors.
“But why did the storm want to wreck our garden and flowers? That’s not nice!” she told me, stomping her foot in frustration. It was all I could do not to laugh at her outrage.
“That’s just how life works. Bad things happen like storms. And we can be sad when our things get wrecked. But good things happen, too,” I told her. “It makes the good times just that much more fun!”
“Like the carnival. That’s fun! I can’t wait to go tomorrow!”
And with that, she was all smiles and giggles thinking about our upcoming trip to the carnival tomorrow.
Mother Nature giveth, and she taketh away. All we can really do is enjoy the former, weather the latter and remember better times at the carnival are just around the corner.