The infamous frolic in the meadow, gin in hand.
Four orphaned children who make their own home in the woods from fallen branches, and survive on pond water and lilacs.
Or should I say, Five well- dressed orphans?
Buildings that stand the test of time.
Boys who rediscover their zaniness.
A little romp in the dump.
The goat who was just seconds from storming the house when we foiled his insidious plan.
And these are a few of my favorite things.