Grand Ole Creamery

Sunday morning and the skies are clear, finally. A faint haze of green colors tree branches, bushes. And I have already witnessed lawn mowers in action. The delight of no longer needing to wear a jacket becomes reason enough to spend time outside.

I used to live a stone's throw from the world's best ice cream shoppe. Okay, if not the world, at least here in the Twin Cities. I sorely miss being able to walk a mere half block and indulge in a waffle cone overfilled with coffee flavored ice cream augmented with bits of chocolate cookie. Per usual, it's the small operations that repeatedly earn high marks.

Grand Ole Creamery

A pleasure

to stand in a line 

zigzagging out the door  

and down the street

of the mom and pop shop

at 8:00 o'clock on the first

pleasant evening in spring

all for a scoop of homemade

ice cream.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor