It's amazing what a little ice cream will do

This past weekend we escaped to Hood River, Oregon. Saturday was blustery with on again off again rain showers. We’d already been caught in one downpour while walking to dinner. My family, therefore, had the distinct privilege of dining with a wet sheep - me (that’s what I get for wearing wool). I may have been soaked but at least I was warm.

After dinner the clouds broke and we decided to take our chances walking around town. We didn’t make it far before the sun disappeared and we were once again heralded by May showers. Fortunately Mike’s Ice Cream Shop provided immediate shelter.

Really Mike’s isn’t so much a shop as a hut. Our family of five overtook the interior and others had to seek divergent refuge. Apparently the shop is not insulated or heated though it was surprisingly toasty this weekend. Must’ve been the wet wool and tight quarters.

We had just enough money for three scoops of ice cream. The girls split a scoop, Mom and Dad split a scoop and the boy got his own. While the ice cream was divvied out I sat on a stool and watched the storm.

The rain was, as they say, coming down in sheets with big fat drops. These drops were intent on getting from point A to point B in the least amount of time and weren’t going to allow a little wind to veer them off course. The pear blossoms, however, were lighter and fluttered about twirling up and down and all around. It looked like they were dancing. I quickly decided I’d rather be the blossom than the drop; life might toss you about but at least you’d enjoy the ride.

And as I sat on the stool I realized something else. I was one hundred percent content. It seems all it takes to make me happy is my family, modest shelter and french roast ice cream. You see I am quite easy to please.

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Today I am equally content because it is Bench Monday over at Flickr. A new thrifted outfit, a garage sale tripod and my trusty camera. It doesn't get better than that!


Happy Monday!

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