Summer Storms

I believe this has been one of the wettest summers I've seen in my five years living in Delaware. We've used the pool only a few times because of the weather, and walking across the yard is like walking on a sponge.
Some of my garden loves the extra moisture, such as the watermelon, hostas, and, of course, the grass. Bill's tomatoes are producing like crazy, and I'm going to end of giving some away. We only bought one plant this year, since I didn't want to preserve any.
Some other plants are trying to battle through all this rain with varying degrees of success. The summer squash, both zucchini and yellow, lost their war; and the roses are trying very hard to stand their ground. The pink shrub rose seems to be doing the best of all. "Oklahoma" has tried to bloom several times, but caterpillars are not helping matters. I pick them off, and new ones hatch. I really hate to dust with chemicals, but I may have to this year.
I have discovered a new pet peeve in gardening; one I never knew I had: I hate morning glories! Now I know that sounds strange coming from such an avid gardener, just hear me out. Most of my life has been spent in colder, dryer climates, so morning glories were a beautiful annual that had to be replanted each year. Here in Delaware they are a vicious weed! The former owners of this house had planted a beautiful purple variety on the fence. Now I pull up seedlings everywhere: the vegetable garden, the flower garden, the lawn, coming up through cement around the mailbox, my herb garden, and even a couple of container plants I overwintered outside. They twine around and choke my lilac and a bleeding heart. Morning glories are no longer glorious to me, they are a gardener's nightmare.