When the hail starts to fall, Atina Diffley doesn\'t compare it to golf balls.
In telling her story of working the land, coaxing good food from.
The romance of Farming washed away a long time ago, but the love? Never.
It\'s "as big as a B-size potato." As her bombarded land turns white, she and her husband Martin huddle under a blanket and reminisce: the one-hundred-mile-per-hour winds; the eleven-inch rainfall ("that broccoli turned out gorgeous"); the hail disaster of 1977.
She\'s a farmer.
When the hail starts to fall, Atina Diffley doesn\'t compare it to golf balls