Not good weather for Tomato. The Artist tells me the Old Germans are dropping, but you'd reckon on Hillbilly turning a shoulder to the damp and chill, bring out the Billy Goat Voice and washboard, sing about a Turnip led astray by stubborn Dandelions.
Mind you I nearly drowned in a culvert one mid summer storm in Germany. It
was more like Cabbage country than Tomato country. Well kept and orderly
woodlands, I remember, and as dour as the big road from here to Paducah. So I am
surprised the Old Germans are dropping.