Spring Fever

The Cone Zone opened here yesterday in my neck of the woods. I know this because Ev has been reminding his mother and me of the fact that it would open on April 5th for about a month now.

These little ice cream places are fairly frequently occurring dots on the landscape here in Michigan. Certainly every small town has at least one place where you can go for ice cream: hand packed in 2 dozen flavors; soft serve in another 20; shakes, malts, flurries. On a summer afternoon or a warm summer night the line goes out to the street. And you can just forget about it after soccer on Saturdays.

I promised Ev we'd go, and we did. It was a beautiful sunny opening day, even if it was only 41 degrees. I figured we'd go through the drive-thru, he'd get his Superman ice cream in a cup, and we'd be on our way. So we went.

Apparently I misunderstand just how widely loved this little ice cream stand is here in town. We had our choice: Wait in a drive-thru line of about 10 cars or park the car and stand in a line extending to the street in 40 degree weather.

Talk about spring fever. We were a bit chilly standing there for 10 minutes waiting our turn to order. But it must have been a lot worse for the folks who showed up in flip-flops and shorts.

Around these parts, when you're done with winter, you're done with winter!