As I've ranted about often over these past waning winter months, it's the color in the landscape that we miss for all those cold months. So isn't it cool that green is slowly returning to our world. And like what always seems to happen, one day soon we will wake up to leaves on the trees and everything will be green and alive once again.
I know, nothing profound here. Sorry but that's the best I can do. It's been 80 degrees all weekend, and it feels like mid-July business which is certainly a good thing. It's just a little bit of shock to go from a comfortable jog to a full-out sprint. Certainly can't complain about busy, just gotta get used to the fast pace and try to ride out this stretch of fine ice cream weather before the summer crew returns from college. Until then, it's just me and Katie, Taryn, Mi-Mi, and Montana. And plenty of Red Bull and fruit roll-ups.