and the rain comes..... as we dart to our home... one last look down the drive... towards town.. and shelf clouds....

then below the shelf clouds starts appearing the 'wind roll' grandpa Moffat would call it...

oh so close.... darker and darker...

the camera's eye does not do them justice...

an amazing site...

they are about here.. the shelf clouds along with rain...

then looking to the lights in the distance where jake works, there is a little hole in the clouds... however.. the shelf clouds are not far behind..

the clouds were bubbling...

Jake and Trisha's home...

little pillow clouds all around... first...

clouds of yesterday...

Jakes pole being set....

a her Dill draws a visitor...

Ann's Dill is blooming....

a baby doing his best ... cord still attached...

almost prefect...

sort of the beginning....

some have a ways to go before finding my tummy...

looks like everyone got treated equal...

moisture everywhere...

getting her ready to stand... and finishing the hole...

drilling the hole for Jake and Trisha's electric pole.... looking thru the 'fog' on my camera lens...

same song second verse....