Sunday afternoon the sun was shining and it felt like spring was actually finally officially on its way. We decided to go for a walk and do some window shopping. (Somehow we managed to go the entire trip without buying anything! An impressive display of willpower!) In a flash of brilliance I thought of the perfect ending for our little jaunt. Freshly made lemonade from one of the coffee shops.
We went in, ordered our lemonade and sat down to enjoy it.
I love lemonade. I think all facilities serving food and/or beverages should be required to serve lemonade. While I was explaining this to my sister, I wondered why I so adore lemonade.
I adore lemonade because it is so happy. You can't be anything but happy when you are drinking lemonade. The name itself is so pretty, evoking images of parasols and lovely hats and lazing about on verandahs. The drink is so refreshing, cutting through your thirst and quenching the dryness in your throat almost immediately. Slightly sweet. Slightly tart. Decked out in pretty pinks or yellows.
Lemonade is pure joy in a glass. And that's why I can never get enough of it.
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That's how I feel about key lime pie. Your day can't be all bad if you have some. :-)
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