Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest.
But yesterday was a waiting day as we expected a thunderstorm.
At one point it was a bright sunny day if one looked out the window at the front of our abode while peering out a window at the rear of the house showed a darkening sky promising . . . something.
And finally it came.
A hailstorm!
But it lasted long enough that the stones piled up in spots and looked almost like snow.
At least one inhabitant of our area appeared startled by the onslaught and stayed mostly hidden in her flowery lair.