Kitchen Chaos: Will walk for ice cream

Kristen Elliott

It is a hot summer afternoon. I am sitting on the deck enjoying the beautiful weather. There is a slight breeze causing a gentle twinkling from the wind chimes. The flowers I have not neglected continue to flourish in brilliant hues adding a tropical feel to this almost perfect setting.

I hear giggles and splashes erupting from the pool. I try to ignore the increasing interruptions of aggravated tones accusing the other of some pool infraction.