Ping! Ping! Ping!

The sound of hail to me is instantly the sound of high cost damage.  Growing up in a northern plains state on farm hail could lead to catastrophic destruction and I distinctly remember one specific storm from when I was in high school where we had softball sized hail land on my parent's farm in the middle of the night, all five of us (my oldest sister no longer living at home) sprang up instantly and ran out of our bedrooms as it crashed down... my sister ran to the door crying as her car (only a couple years old) was outside getting lots of hail love, my parents were distraught about their buildings and crops.  To say there was hail damage was an understatement. After the storm we ventured outside (again, in the middle of the night) to preview the destruction.

Anyways, so last night as we were watching a movie (instead of doing the to do list we were supposed to be doing) we ran to the windows as we heard hail and then Dan bolted for the door to check it out.  Just where to go, right? 

No worries, it was baby hail. Not exciting enough for the beagle to get out of her favorite chair but Eddie was curious as to what all this pinging was coming from.

Still, we are glad to have a garage as even baby hail can leave its mark. 

The garden was barely impacted- one of Dan's peppers had some leaves stripped but that was it.