Ding, Ding, Ding, yup I hear it. In the distance some where is an ice cream truck. Doesn’t matter that I spent twelve hours in 100F garage cataloging the left over contents of my Mom’s house. I can find the energy to run to the road for the ice cream truck. I do believe it’s the fastest I moved that whole week.
Thanks Steve by the way for supper and treating us for ice cream. I was so excited that I forgot to grab my wallet.
One last photo, (Can I really call this a 365 project anymore, or a photo of the day? Don’t think so) Orange Cream Popsicle are my favorite, what is yours?
I remember hearing the tinny music from the ice cream truck as a child and running blocks to catch it. I haven’t seen one in years…