Piglet had woken up from her usual midmorning nap, ate a light lunch, and was about to go marauding, but she was stopped by a very quickly developing hailstorm. Now she is huddled by the sliding door and is looking mournfully outside. I have it open (ah, it’s only 45.3F outside according to my new thermometer), so perhaps she will still run off for adventures.
That hail can’t be good for the flower bulbs.
Amanda was on call last night, so she is asleep right now.