Ice Cream

A fairly productive day. Lots of cleaning and some setting up new (free) furniture to make a spot for my sewing projects. I've started on refashioning some of my husband's old slacks into some slim slacks for the boy's.

As we sat down for dinner, we heard the familiar song of the ice cream truck. We've rarely seen him this summer, and the last time he was near, he zoomed off before we could catch him. So tonight we booked it to the front yard. When he rounded a corner, we lost the sound of his songs, and tears started pouring from my youngest. He was just certain the ice cream man had driven away again. But we heard the faint sound pick up again, and he suddenly came around the corner and up our street. It was a "dream come true" for one little 4 year old boy. So we sat in the front yard nibbling our ice cream in the heat of the evening sun (well after dinner that is).