three-quarters sick of rain. year at this time I wrote about New Harmony’s glorious peony fields.  Today I walked over — with wellington boots, raincoat and umbrella in a downpour — to see them.  The buds, just ready to burst, are in fear of their lives as the water rises.  It is predicted that it will crest tomorrow or Monday so perhaps not too much harm will be done.  The crops in the fields may be a literal washout, and my (old) beehives are being threatened as well.