Bikinis and an Ice Cream Truck

The other day, my husband and I were sitting outside enjoying our backyard and lamenting the fact that the neighbor whose house is behind our house, cut down his trees.  All of them.  And they weren't dead. At least I don't think they were, but as you know I am not the most observant person at times.

Em was playing in her sand box.

All of a sudden three teenage girls barefoot and in bikinis came racing from one of the houses behind our house.  Laughing, whooping, and running as though they were being chased, they ran directly through our neighbors yard out to the street.

My husband glanced up and went back to what he was doing (fiddling with pool chemicals) as though this was normal for our quiet neighborhood.

I looked at my husband perplexed.

"Uh.  That's not something you see every day.  What did I miss?" I asked.

My husband looked at me. "Didn't you hear the ice cream truck?" he replied.

Oh, so that explains it.

The lure of ice cream on a summer day is to much for anyone to resist.  His tune, like that of the piped piper  attracting kids big and small.

Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, the girls came meandering back through our neighbors yard with their ice cream.

The ice cream truck's tinny melodies heralded in the official start of summer.