Summer in New Orleans has a feeling, a fragrance all its own. When I think of summer, I think of those days of heat and humidity and early afternoon rain showers. The aroma of play-sweated bodies and the algae-covered steps of the seawall at Lake Ponchartrain, suntan lotion and fresh-mowed grass permeate my memories. Come back with me for a visit...
Summer days of my childhood meant seersucker and calico dresses.
The ice cream truck played music, the snowball truck rang a bell.
Yummy blueberry snowballs made yucky blue-streaked messes.
Melted chocolate ice cream bars made worn-out mothers yell.
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