My final confirmation that winter is over came on Sunday as I planted potatoes in the afternoon drizzle, slathered in mud.
As if in some drug-induced hallucination, I began to hear the tinkling of a distant bell. It grew closer, distorted by the dank weather.
It wasn't church bells, or a car alarm. It was the sound of an ice cream van plying its wares on the streets of my town.
Let me write that again: an ice cream van. In March.
I grew accustomed to hearing the jaunty sea shanty that is the Captain Pugwash theme last summer, when the local van played it continually around the streets near my plot.
I've blotted from my memory what the tune was this time, but I am hoping to hear it again so I can confirm the title to you. I know it wasn't Greensleeves, though.
I grew curious about the number one ice cream van tune. Are there charts? Can one van play different tunes? Of course, the great thing about the interweb thingy is that I can find out instantly.
Perhaps I should run a Horticultural ice cream van poll: let me know what tunes you hear on those sunny summer afternoons on the plot. Or in March.