Big news, friends. Spring is here!
I know this is not technically true. There’s snow on the ground. It’s fifteen degrees outside. It’s February.
But the first, most wonderful harbinger of spring has arrived. It is not a robin, or a bud on a tree, or even the first garage sale of the year.
It is the reopening of the Litchfield Dairy Queen.
As I have mentioned, I love the Litchfield Dairy Queen. It is, I believe, the finest Dairy Queen in the land. One of the best things about moving across town last summer was: we are now within walking distance of Dairy Queen.
Every November, they close for the season. And every February, they open again. I think this is because the owners go away for the winter, and also because it is not a Dairy Queen with indoor seating. (The idea that people don’t want cool treats in subzero weather is just silly. It’s never too blustery for a Blizzard.)
Obviously, February is still not walk-to-Dairy-Queen-and eat-a-melty-Blizzard-at-the-picnic-table weather. But it is drive-to-Dairy-Queen-and-shiver-while-you-order-Blizzards-to-take-home-after-church-council weather.
That, as you can probably guess, is just what I did Wednesday night. It was chilly, and shivery, and glorious.
Welcome, Dairy Queen. Welcome, spring.