After 12 days of cloudless skies, we had about decided we’d prayed ourselves into a drought, but the rains did come back and we had about six-tenths of an inch last week. The dry spell gave the farmers a chance to reharrow their tobacco ground and get the plants in the ground. This is about as late as I’ve seen tobacco and corn planted. Oh, there was always the straggler who didn’t get his plants in the ground till the first part of June but that was the exception. The dry spell enabled John to get the rotten posts torn out of his screened-in porch and get it put back together.