Around here, the end of summer is marked by the closing of Armadillo’s Ice Cream Shoppe. It doesn’t matter if there is snow on the ground or what color the foliage is, I can pretend all is well until I see the sign:
“Closed for the season. See you March 1st!”
That sign goes up Saturday.
Tonight we bid the shop adieu for another year with chocolate and sprinkles and cones.
That’s my kind of farewell.
