An invitation for every kind of gathering.

At sundown on the roof. Shaken hard and poured cold, the way the Keys like them.

Bring a swimsuit. We grow the grapefruit.

Dig out the polyester. There will be a cheese ball, and it will be rolled in pecans.

A zero-proof garden party. Nothing we pour has alcohol in it, and nobody will miss it.

On the sand at four. Bring a towel; we’ll bring the machete and the rum.

Cardigans encouraged. Aunt June’s lime mold is making a comeback.