May? No, This Was March

It would have been a beautiful day to spend all day outside. We were able to be outside for under two hours this morning. Evelyn and I walked the neighborhood and enjoyed all the spring flowers and blooming trees that had popped in the last few days. Then I pulled out the electric hedge trimmer and cut down the dead ornamental grass and cut back the spirea and hydrangea bushes in front of the house. Then after a quick shower and lunch, we headed to The Healing Center at the Vineyard for an afternoon of volunteer training.

The highlights were workshops by staff members Mark Lutz (pictured) and J. T. Turley. She spoke on conflict resolution, and his workshops were on boundaries and reflective listening ("I think I hear you saying you feel this was a long time to spend in a windowless room on a beautiful spring afternoon." "Right. That's exactly what I'm saying.")

Then we stopped by Graeter's to pick up dessert for dinner with Terry and Shirley Wuske. She fixed a wonderful pork roast with sweet potatoes, broccoli, and fruit salad. We took a walk after dinner and then came back to enjoy decaf and ice cream with little butter cookies iced in green (our nod to St. Patrick's Day). We sat in their screened-in porch and thought we had been translated to May instead of March.