This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not understand this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. ------_=_NextPart_001_01BFA94C.4FB81158 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Good luck Ron, I sure hope everything doesn't get washed away. We are so dry here, you should share just a little bit of that rain. We did get 3" of snow on Saturday but by Sunday afternoon, there was not a trace of it and I was out pulling weeds. Take care. Jane zone 5 Colorado -----Original Message----- From: Ron Hay [mailto:ronhay@pacbell.net] Sent: Tuesday, April 18, 2000 8:56 AM To: gardeners Subject: [gardeners] Rough Weather in the Southland Good morning, friends, Just when we thought the last of the rainy season was behind us, we experienced a true deluge of almost Biblical proportions. The weather service had predicted heavy rain, but by daybreak yesterday, nada. Then it came! It poured and poured all day long, flooding intersections, causing scores of accidents on our rain/grease-slickened roads all over Los Angeles. We must have recieved an inch per hour at times, here in the San Fernando Valley. Then, just as it approached dinner time, it cleared up and the sun came out. The fruit trees were almost bent double with the weight of the rain and the growing fruit, and the macadmia looked as if it would snap in half (Viv's ex hose certainly came in handy then, as we had staked and tied it with them). The tomatoes which were growing like topsy looked about to sad and bedraggled. We felt lucky not to have received any hail. But that was at dinnertime. Last night, twice, enormous thunder storm cells passed over us. One big one came at about 1:30, lighting up the sky, causing the welkin to ring with the clang of Thor's hammer. But the worst was yet to come. At about 3:30 a cell passed over us with rain so loud it awakened us. We checked for leaks (none, thank goodness!) and then checked the street in front of our home (our doorstep is only about 9 inches above ground level). It was roiling, but, characteristically, draining beautifully. (The lady across the street, who has lived in her home for 40 years, said to us, when we moved in, "You probably won't appreciate this until the rainy season, but unlike other streets and major roads around here, our street never floods." Halleluljah!) If things looked sad and bedraggled yesterday, they looked far worse today. It's still raining too hard to go out, but I hope things are better than they seem. All that work!! I just said to myself this morning, it's out of our control; at least we don't depend on the crops for our livlihood. Maybe I am being overly pessiminstic. I hope I am, becuause things really look battered and bruised. Time, after work, to assess the damage and deal with it:( Ron Van Nuys, CA ------_=_NextPart_001_01BFA94C.4FB81158 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN">
------_=_NextPart_001_01BFA94C.4FB81158-------Original Message-----Good morning, friends,
From: Ron Hay [mailto:ronhay@pacbell.net]
Sent: Tuesday, April 18, 2000 8:56 AM
To: gardeners
Subject: [gardeners] Rough Weather in the SouthlandJust when we thought the last of the rainy season was behind us, we experienced a true deluge of almost Biblical proportions.
The weather service had predicted heavy rain, but by daybreak yesterday, nada. Then it came! It poured and poured all day long, flooding intersections, causing scores of accidents on our rain/grease-slickened roads all over Los Angeles. We must have recieved an inch per hour at times, here in the San Fernando Valley. Then, just as it approached dinner time, it cleared up and the sun came out. The fruit trees were almost bent double with the weight of the rain and the growing fruit, and the macadmia looked as if it would snap in half (Viv's ex hose certainly came in handy then, as we had staked and tied it with them). The tomatoes which were growing like topsy looked about to sad and bedraggled. We felt lucky not to have received any hail. But that was at dinnertime.
Last night, twice, enormous thunder storm cells passed over us. One big one came at about 1:30, lighting up the sky, causing the welkin to ring with the clang of Thor's hammer. But the worst was yet to come. At about 3:30 a cell passed over us with rain so loud it awakened us. We checked for leaks (none, thank goodness!) and then checked the street in front of our home (our doorstep is only about 9 inches above ground level). It was roiling, but, characteristically, draining beautifully. (The lady across the street, who has lived in her home for 40 years, said to us, when we moved in, "You probably won't appreciate this until the rainy season, but unlike other streets and major roads around here, our street never floods." Halleluljah!)
If things looked sad and bedraggled yesterday, they looked far worse today. It's still raining too hard to go out, but I hope things are better than they seem. All that work!!
I just said to myself this morning, it's out of our control; at least we don't depend on the crops for our livlihood. Maybe I am being overly pessiminstic. I hope I am, becuause things really look battered and bruised.
Time, after work, to assess the damage and deal with it:(
Ron
Van Nuys, CA