Location: Home. Washington, Maine.
Weather: Wild morning of snow and hail, turned high 40s, sunshine filled. Blue sky.
Observation: French press doing its thing. Dogs happy and running around the house since I’m up and that means time for breakfast. I begin to wipe the sleep from my eyes and BAM. It’s pouring outside. It’s so incredibly loud, pounding down on the house and deck. The pups and I bound out the front door onto the front deck. It’s not rain. The snow turned into a stunning hail microburst.
It’s the weekend so I grabbed my coffee and we went into our little wooded sanctuary behind our house to walk in the snow and go hunting for signs of hail. James found an old tennis ball in the snow which he thought was way cooler.