Sam goes gaga over animals. Natasha tolerated him well.
Dinner on the patio Sunday night. Jack served himself proudly: bread for every compartment.
Bells bells bells!
Before leaving the valley I stopped at the Palisade Insectary to buy bindweed mites for Ben. Jack complained of the smell the whole time we were there. (Rotting potatoes and bleach, according to the scientist who said hello.)