Earlier this spring our evenings were interrupted by the soft and merry little twinkle that always seems charms hearts and taste-buds of all ages. The ice-cream-man would drive his yellow truck around our neighborhood and if we were fast enough, we could catch him coming up the block. Because of the frantic scenario that preceded his arrival on our block, we decided to keep a little jar of change for the ice-cream-man. My girl earns money for the jar when we hear polite words, kind actions and when she helps around the house.
My girl has filled her jar with coins enough for many ice cream treats. Since summer has arrived, our ice-cream-man seems to have moved to other more profitable areas of town--we haven't heard him for many weeks . My girl has not forgotten that magical sound and often sits on the porch just waiting for that yellow truck to turn around the bend and up our block. At least we will be ready for his arrival, if he ever comes back our way.
