Summer in Michigan

I just had some black-cherry ice cream.  I decided I would rather have ice cream than dinner.  I didn’t have an appetite for anything and after a very warm, beautiful day I’m not the only one in the Washtenaw Dairy having a late-night treat.  

I always get butter pecan but tonight I was a little nostalgic remembering going to Chief’s Drive-in, out by Evergreen Shores, in St. Ignace, when I was younger.  The big chunks of cherries are still as delightful and surprising as they always were.  They slip out with the ice cream and they end up getting nabbed by the teeth rather than the tongue.

Fortunately, The Washtenaw Dairy is open until ten at night.  I wonder if the full moon has brought in any extras.  People wondering why they feel restless and not knowing what they want.  

Today was the last day for the Ann Arbor Public Schools and it’s officially summer for students.  When I walked down the sidewalk on my way here, the benches were loaded with ice cream-licking humans-big and small.

The only thing missing on this quiet evening are the small, brown bats zipping in and out from the darkness.  I never thought I’d ever miss the little mammals.  

It’s official.  It’s summer.  I saw my first fire-fly.  It’s like seeing the first snowflake and you know winter has come.