Sam and those at the Jug, Bill described the Jug to me by comparing a corner of my living/diningroom/kitchen (I have one big space) and a low ceiling with jugs hanging down. I didn't realize there were so many of you on Mudcat. He went down the list of all the Mudcatters he met and named those from the Jug. Bill and Allan, as you can see, were standing in the lush green of a wet Montana spring. It is still early for gardens here. My poppies, columbines, lupines, and daisies are blooming, but most of the flowers are still growing. The apricot tree that grows on the wall by my front door has small green fruit. Bill would take smoke breaks on the deck with my Samoyed (he called the polar bear dog) or out front where this photo was taken. While at Wayne's house in the woods, Bill would be out in the darkness with a smoke, wondering if a Grizzly bear would appear at his shoulder. They are having a great time.

Alice