Ice Cream Dreamin'

My gals spend the summer months straining to hear the sweet sound that one only hears from May to September: The twinkling song of the Ice Cream Lady. No other song stirs them so well, makes their little hearts swell than the strains of "Here we go round the mulberry bush" emanating from the little jeep running through the neighborhood. And to be truthful they come by is quite honestly, their parents run to meet her as well. Of course that is the most exciting form of ice cream: the stuff that come right to your house when you least expect it. The gals also go gaga for the hunt. "I see ice cream!" we hear it in every town we go through every visit to grandma's house, Costco, or as they go rummaging through the freezer. When in doubt with what to eat they suggest very coyly "Ice cream is aways good. They're right it is always good.