Or in my case.....Limeade. (Story of my life these days...but I won't get into that.)

The first day of our garage sale, we found ourselves drinking Coronitas before noon without any limes. Luckily, Sara knew of a neighborhood lime tree with branches that hung over the sidewalk, so we wouldn't feel too tresspassy. I sure am going to miss that wonderful lady (she's off to a place even more tropical and warm than Florida) Sangria in the driveway, Loquats, finger mustache tattoos and Jammy Jams says it all.
I'll miss you Sara!