Hail!

It’s hailing, which reminds me of one of our old houses – the one with the wishing well and the broken miniature train on its broken miniature hillside in the back shed. It was past our bed time, but seeing the rain turn to popcorn on the lawn had us losing out tiny minds. After the pelting stopped we went out with our blue plastic bowls and scooped up the ice – sat on beanbags in front of Alice in Wonderland, eating hail.