like perfect weather---
Smooth seas meant smooth sailing:
|No, we aren't sailors but we love to sit at the Sister Bay harbor and watch the boats go by!|
|Sorry, but I just couldn't resist the pun!|
As always, there was more to see and do than we could fit into even a longer weekend, but we always manage to squeeze in cherry pie and a trip to Wilson's for ice cream cones. I threw caution to the winds and instead of my traditional strawberry I chose Mackinac Island fudge (vanilla ice cream with swirls and ripples of chocolate fudge), and I was not disappointed. And this, my friends, was ONE dip!!
And in honor of Wilson's, the wonderful old fashioned store in the village of Ephraim (population 288, and 200 of them at any given time are inside Wilson's lined up for a delicious cone...) here is a "delicious" little poem by Shel Silverstein. I've decided Mondays aren't made for serious poetry--it's hard enough to just get out of bed and get going without having to think too hard!
Have a joyful, ice-cream kind of day!
By Shel Silverstein
Eighteen luscious, scrumptious flavors
Chocolate, lime and cherry,
Coffee, pumpkin, fudge banana
Caramel cream and boysenberry.
Rocky road and toasted almond,
Butterscotch, vanilla dip,
Butter brickle, apple ripple,
Coconut and mocha chip,
Brandy peach and lemon custard,
Each scoop lovely, smooth and round,
Tallest ice cream cone in town,
Lying there (sniff) on the ground