The kids discovered these treasures burried underneath our orange tree. (Most of the men Luke already had and added)
Sylvia and Hazel made a bed outside and planned to sleep outside that night until Hazel fell asleep during the Twilight Zone and Sylvia chickened out.
This poor butterfly died from too much love, pets, and force fed orange slices.
He got a name, Jack, and a proper burial, grave marker and all.
I am still waiting for the tangled matted back of the hair, hairstyle to become popular. It’s so easy to do…not do.