Today it's been 21 straight days of rain and gray skies. The yard has given itself over to mushrooms. Where there was once a yellowjacket every three inches there are now mushrooms. The boards on the walkway to my door are now rotting. There is white mold, and some black fungus as well. The grass is always wet, I'm walking the dog in the rain, and I had to move my begonias under cover because they were drowning.
If I had wanted to live in Southeast Alaska, I would have moved to Southeast Alaska!