My town has the most charming ice cream shop. It's painted in sherbet colors and has a rick-rack of gingerbread trim. I don't indulge every day but enough to know the owners who winter in Florida each year. But our conversations are all too brief during the height of summer when a line snakes out past their picnic tables into a grove of trees. Still, the ice cream is rich and wonderful and worth the wait.
Have you noticed how some things are most beautiful just before they disappear? Falling stars, brides who depart for exciting new lives, flowers, and of course, tender seasons that cannot last. Right now I am enjoying summer's swan song - the air is warm and balmy and the sun is throwing stirring shadows and light; total eclipses notwithstanding.