Dirty pool from hailstorm

How frustrating! I had JUST swept the decking around the pool and bagged leaves and was telling Christopher how much nicer it is to have it be clean. Then mother nature struck.

It looked and sounded so much more fierce in person. I had the paper lantern hanging outside in the good and bad weather all winter long, and the hailstorm ripped it apart. Luckily both of our cars were in garages (home and work), but I'm wondering how our roof may have fared.

Comments

Gabrielle said…

Wasn't that SOMETHING?! I have pictures and video on my blog, too. I have never seen or heard anything like that. My sympathy to anyone with their car out in that. I hope our roof is ok!
Thank goodness I park in the garage and Ben was still at work and he had parked in the underground garage as well.
That was totally nuts.
Sorry about your lamp, how sad.
I had been thinking how we need to clean our back yard and rake from the oak leaves falling, but now I'm glad we haven't gotten around to it!

March 26, 2009 1:27 AM

Lonna said…

I like that video, especially how it showed how strong and fierce the hail and wind were going. Those were some serious splashes they were making in your pool.

I hope that you find another lamp. And good luck with the pool clean up.

March 26, 2009 3:53 PM

Maryanne said…

I love that video! That is so cool to see those big rocks making splashes in the water. I know it wasn't cool to clean it up but at least it was fun to watch ;o)

April 02, 2009 10:43 AM

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