It won't stop raining.

I don't live in London. Although Heather Nova's song is stuck in my head, I don't even live in Seattle. It's been raining for weeks. My tomatoes are swampy and sad. I didn't want to risk the high water table issues that plagued my home grown investments for a few years in a row. This year, I potted the early girls and the rest of the rouge delectables. Mother Nature is torturing me! Yellow leaves are not a good sign... Mr. Sun, please shine on Worcester, Massachusetts.