Our evening's harvest from the table on the terrace. The hail started to pound down as we finished supper.
From what I can see, the fig and the strawberries have been shredded, but we'll wait till morning to assess. Thank goodness this did not happen when the tree was full of fruit in late July, or earlier. Hopefully all the rosebuds are still intact.
Not exactly a South African hail storm, where the hailstones mean business, but still:
Pretty exciting weather.
Update. Well, the roses are toast. Every bud bar two knocked off. I had been planning one last photo op from the roof, of the terrace in Fall, with pink roses and blue plectranthus in full bloom, but I will have to settle for the latter, which were protected in the lee of the apartment wall. Quite sad about that. If I am very lucky, and we have an Indian summer, some more buds might form.