Okay, people, it is that time again. Matthew and I are packing our bags, counting our vacation days and our blessings, and heading south to bask in the cricket-singing summer warmth and fascinating doings of Ashland. This makes twice, so I guess that makes it a tradition. We had a gorgeous time last time, and I see no reason to vary our pattern for many years yet, unless we have somewhere more exotic to go. So I’ll be gone from the site, probably until July 12, in order that we may properly celebrate that flurried day we married; that ritual and festival that all the other weddings this summer so vividly recall to our minds.