Saturation Point

On one of the hottest gardening days, we frantically finished the tomatoes while watching the rain move steadily our way.  Not much matches the exhilaration of watching a massive sheet of rain move down the opposite hill as the wind picks up and whips everything around, unless it's leaping about in that first heavy downpour.









No need to wonder why I wasn't out there soaking my bones with them.











Right inside the door were a baby who narrowly escaped getting soaked herself and a scaredy-cat dog.