I'm traveling all the way back to the time of the lilies, they were so beautiful and so brief.
It was about the time that the Small Actor and his caretakers moved into a brand-new home!
And there were picnics,
and a family reunion of my first cousins [and their families], where not enough of the forty-four showed up!
There were all those concerts at the park that didn't get recorded.
(Or did they?!)
And I am still in July, Dear Reader Dear...
(which is to say: more Olio later)