Time is going by too fast, but I am doing OK
We lost our ice cream store last fall. It has been part of the town for over 100 years and although there are other creameries around, none could compare to Nelson's. The texture was so smooth and rich, the flavors were divine, and it contained more than an average amount of fat. They had won many prizes for their quality but for some reason, the owners sold off the recipe and closed the store. This week something wonderful happened. They are back in business, and I think they are better than ever (probably even more fat). They have not returned to their former home but are selling it in gallon containers in a local grocery market and at a few small cafes where we can get it served in a cup or a variety of cones. Summer might be waning but there is still much to look forward to and enjoy. It’s about those little things that I love, the simple joys.
I wrote a post a few years ago about an August evening at this dairy store and I thought this would be a good time to do something I seldom do, a reboot from 2015.
No Phone Zone
On lovely evenings in the summer, with the sun still high in the sky and the air so pleasant, there is nothing nicer than visiting the local dairy bar. We had finished a long day in the gardens, cutting back bushes, removing debris and completing all the tasks that one must do to keep the area from looking like a jungle. I decided that we deserved a reward. We got the car keys and headed off to our town's little piece of heaven. There must have been about 40 gourmet flavors to choose from and all looked so good. I felt like a 10 year old with big eyes while staring longingly through the glass partition hoping for inspiration to make the right choice. It was my most difficult decision of the week. As we sat outside on a picnic table devouring our luscious, frozen delicacies, we watched the steady stream of customers coming by with friends and family to also take advantage of the perfect August night. What I noticed was that this was a place where no one had their phones out. Everybody was talking to each other face to face. Children were laughing and playing rather than checking social media. All it takes to really connect people is a cone of melting double dip ice cream.
I hope you are all enjoying a simple pleasure today.
We lost our ice cream store last fall. It has been part of the town for over 100 years and although there are other creameries around, none could compare to Nelson's. The texture was so smooth and rich, the flavors were divine, and it contained more than an average amount of fat. They had won many prizes for their quality but for some reason, the owners sold off the recipe and closed the store. This week something wonderful happened. They are back in business, and I think they are better than ever (probably even more fat). They have not returned to their former home but are selling it in gallon containers in a local grocery market and at a few small cafes where we can get it served in a cup or a variety of cones. Summer might be waning but there is still much to look forward to and enjoy. It’s about those little things that I love, the simple joys.
I wrote a post a few years ago about an August evening at this dairy store and I thought this would be a good time to do something I seldom do, a reboot from 2015.
No Phone Zone
On lovely evenings in the summer, with the sun still high in the sky and the air so pleasant, there is nothing nicer than visiting the local dairy bar. We had finished a long day in the gardens, cutting back bushes, removing debris and completing all the tasks that one must do to keep the area from looking like a jungle. I decided that we deserved a reward. We got the car keys and headed off to our town's little piece of heaven. There must have been about 40 gourmet flavors to choose from and all looked so good. I felt like a 10 year old with big eyes while staring longingly through the glass partition hoping for inspiration to make the right choice. It was my most difficult decision of the week. As we sat outside on a picnic table devouring our luscious, frozen delicacies, we watched the steady stream of customers coming by with friends and family to also take advantage of the perfect August night. What I noticed was that this was a place where no one had their phones out. Everybody was talking to each other face to face. Children were laughing and playing rather than checking social media. All it takes to really connect people is a cone of melting double dip ice cream.
I hope you are all enjoying a simple pleasure today.
