An odd statement to begin with, considering we are about as close to the first of June as we are to the first of may, but it sure doesn't feel like the latter days of spring outside.
Nevertheless, the one true sign that summer is approaching, with or without the traditional warm weather accompaniment: today, for the first time in maybe a decade, I heard the unmistakable twinkling of an ice cream truck, wafting up to my 3rd floor windows.
If nothing else, that is the sound of vernal hope.
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spring needs to get a whole lot springier for this tropical transplant. still swathed in blankets in MAY.
-- the not-so-happy scribe (www.dailytrinityofthanks.wordpress.com)
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