The Mrs. and I snuck away for the afternoon, headed out of town for some ice cream in Madison. No one there as everything else was closed.

And, pistachio is my choice, if you’re curious.

One shelf was loaded by me, one by the kids. You decide.

The skies seem clearer, still.

Feels like this should be a coded message.

I think it’s time to declare the rose bush done. Hasn’t bloomed in years and there’s nothing green left. We’ll raise a glass to it, perhaps.

Some new families on the street have filled the place with kids, bikes and scooters abound. And, sometimes, they get left behind.

Lost a few branches in the storm.