Enough already. Please stop. Moss is growing between my fingers.

Last Friday at this time I was hoping for an afternoon storm that would give us an inch of rain.

It came with violent, fatal weather that knocked out power all over Maine but, more importantly, in Gorham where one of granddaughter Brigit's two band-camp concerts were canceled because of the power outage.

Between raindrops last Saturday I harvested a lot of peas, enough new potatoes to feed 10 for dinner (one of them only 14 months, but still) and about six pints of raspberries leaving another six on the vines when the weather hit.

It hasn't been dry since.

But with a busy work week, a Tuesday Big Papi game, and all the rain it has been either raining or dark whenever I have been home.

The raspberries are over-ripening and molding on the vine. The second planting of peas may be going by. And the summer squash are getting close to baseball-bat size. And I fear the tomato plants could be getting battered beyond recognition.

In addition, the daylilies, some ornamental grasses and a number of other perennials have been knocked to the ground and might not recover.

It has been too wet to check my rain gauge since Tuesday morning, and at that time we had had 2.5 inches of rain since Friday (which is more than the Feds show at their station at the airport, but with thunderstorms it varies widely) and I am pretty sure we have had an inch since then.

And I am about to scream back at the fog horn.

I need to see some sun. With the economy these times are depressing enough already. The weather doesn't have to add to it.

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