Now that the digger has dug a deep hole for the new building it was not the ideal time for 3 inches of rain and hail. Gale force winds made the hail on the unlined tin roof sound like a jack hammer, and thunder literally shook the hut. Amazingly, the blossom is still clinging to the trees, but I thought it was wise to pick the few tulips that escaped being dug up and eaten.
Plodding along in the cold rain and hail, my gum boots weighed down by massive clay blobs, I consoled myself that this was nothing compared to the hurricanes which were hitting Cuba, Bahamas, and Florida.
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