There is a local ice cream shop in our town that closes for the winter. It is one of little mom-and-pop shops with no indoor seating. You walk up to the little window in the small brick building and place your order with the teenage girl standing inside. She writes your order in a spiral-bound notebook and uses good old-fashioned addition by hand to get your total. The other teenagers scurry about in the background, doling out soft serve ice cream and sprinkles to the waiting customers. You find a seat at the picnic tables outside or you eat your ice cream standing amongst the peripheral of the building. It is a community place, a landmark in our town.
And for Maddie and Katie, the opening of Ranch Frostie symbolizes spring and playing outside and visits to the park and after-dinner ice cream and family and everything good about life.
So, when it opened for the season yesterday, we had to go…
even though the temperature dropped almost twenty degrees in a few hours,
even though we had to wear winter coats,
even though is was almost too cold to eat ice cream.
We texted my sister and her family (who also live in the same town) and we got in our cars and we ordered our ice cream and we were happy.