When I was younger, nothing would signal the start of summer more than the tantalizing jingle of an ice cream truck. I lived on top of a hill and would run down as fast as I could whenever I heard a truck pass by. [The ice cream always tasted so much better when it was hard-won after a frantic chase!]
The past Saturday was the first sunny day in weeks, and was gloriously warm. I spent the day enjoying the sunshine by the Charles with my sisters at EarthFest. I had a great time, and the day was made all the more sweet with the perfect cone of vanilla soft serve. This is Boston so I know better than to expect consistently warm weather, but it was so nice to finally get a taste of summer.