An invitation for every kind of gathering.

Someone ordered a whole crate of blood oranges. We are turning all of it into spritzes.

Ceremony at five, feasting and dancing to follow.

The bartender will make anything you can name.

A trio plays from ten. Wear something with a lapel.

Jackets, please.

No big shower this time. Just cake, and the people who came the first time.

A twilight shower for Nell & Vaughn’s boy.

Same house, same table. Flora adds a card table to the end every year. This year, two.

Drinks are on her. She insisted, and she bills by the hour now.

Tamsin reads from chapter one. The first fifty copies come with a jar of sea salt.

Ten stools facing the stove. She cooks whatever looked best at the market.

Cookies by the dozen, milk by the bottle, and exactly one candle.

Dinner, toasts, and a slideshow of every stamp in her passport.

Park around the corner. She arrives at eight.

Lemons in the pool, rosé on ice. Robes provided.

Whole grilled fish at the long table by the window. The wine is on us.

Mango cake at three. Rum punch and a steel drum until sunset.

Brunch in the meadow, then the fern trail.

Bring the book that made you a reader. We'll start the bedtime shelf.

Bring a children's book with a note inside.

Afternoon tea among the garden roses.

Thirteen years of school, one last bell. Come ring it with him.

He finished a semester early. Come warm up with us before the holidays.