Muggy. Soggy. Barely able to breath! It's almost like drowning. I've always said during weather like this, we have to cut a hole in order to breathe. Mostly, the plants in the garden are happy with this tropical invasion. The plums, however, are not. They quickly develop mold in Triple H times. One tree has already ripened and I've canned the fruit. But we're still waiting on the second tree.
Later this afternoon, it's supposed to look like this:
Forecast is calling for "up to" three inches of rain.....(per hour!) We may have to start on the ark, and begin loading two of everything aboard!