…to be a tomato plant. Or a corn plant, or a rutabaga, for that matter. Last night’s rain was followed, this morning, by a very heavy downpour (vertical stair rods) of at least a half hour’s duration. After our mini-drought, some flooding.

Then the rain tapered off and the clouds dissipated, more quickly than I would have liked, and the sun came out… and the cook-off commenced. Pax refused to walk more than half way up the block, for which I am thankful. While dogs don’t like what we’ve got here, vegetables seem to.