***No Farm Market or Guided Tour today due to the heavy rains last evening
and all through the night and early morning.***
The weatherman said we’d have a chance of storms yesterday afternoon, and boy, did we ever! The sky grew dark dark dark to the southwest while Farmer Bob hurried and got the feed and hay unloaded from his truck. I ran outside to move my truck from under a tree to park it in its safe spot and, on the way back to the house, I stopped to take care of the bunnies. I laid my truck keys on top of the hutch while I filled up their waterers and topped off their feed. (Remember that!)
I had decided on making a boiled supper (ham, cabbage & potatoes, YUM) for supper, but looking at that sky made me think that we might not have power once the storms hit, so I got out the pressure cooker. I used to cook for folks in Charlotte as a personal chef, and years ago I’d purchased a Russell Hobbs 8 quart electric pressure cooker to speed up my client cook days. I guess I was way ahead of the Instant Pot craze. I actually love this pressure cooker. It’s like a big oval slow cooker, only it’s a pressure cooker. I got supper started and the storm hit!
Farmer Bob had put Cookie in the house and had just gone out to put the rest of the dogs in the kennel and feed the cats when the storm descended in all its fury. It was dark as twilight and torrents of rain fell with what looked like gale force winds, the way the trees were blowing. The house shook with thunder and Cookie was scared! I peeked out the back door to the cabin and took a picture.
The rain was coming down so hard that you can barely see the trees beyond the cabin roof. Farmer Bob was in the cabin and he said that all the dogs were huddled around him. Then the pea size hail fell and it was loud in the cabin because of the tin roof, but with lumber and things in the loft, it wasn’t too bad. Farmer Bob said it was probably even more loud in the goat barn, hitting that tin roof with nothing to muffle the sound.
Meanwhile, I decided to step out onto the front porch to watch the storm, and found Mr. Peacock at the front door. I swear, if I’d have opened the door and invited him inside, he’d have been a house guest! I decided to leave him alone, and I went back to cooking supper.