Little signs of spring

Conditions at 5:30: -3' and light flurries expected
Expected later: -4' and overcast

We had a lovely mild  weekend but this morning we're  back into the chillier weather once again. It rained quite a bit on Saturday and was lovely and sunny yesterday, but windy. The wind still had some bite to it, so  appearances were a little bit deceiving. I have noticed a couple of signs of spring definitely being on it's way though. There was a dead skunk in the middle of the road on Friday morning on my way to work. Then on Friday night when I got home I noticed also that the bulbs I planted in the fall, are starting to poke through the ground. Large parts of the lawn are now bare and other than the big drifts, the bulk of the snow is all gone. Quite a contrast to  a brief two weeks ago when the ladies were here and we couldn't get out for the snow in the driveway up to our mid thighs.

Brenda got home Friday evening and she called to report they had a great time. The weather was perfect for most of the time, with only a bit of rain and not too hot. She had time to visit a lot of people and even found some relatives she didn't know were there. As she put it, "they just kept coming out of the woodwork". I'm really glad they had a good time as I know she was a little apprehensive about going in the beginning.
To celebrate her being back, we met on Saturday after work at the Globe and enjoyed some fine music, some cold beer and some good food. Then we walked around town a bit, and ended with a tea at Timothy's.  All in all, a great afternoon.

Sunday I spent the day puttering around the house and doing some odd jobs and some laundry before getting ready to go to the rec centre. Sunday was the volunteer appreciation dinner. We were treated to mussels, BBQ steaks, baked potato and/or potato salad, cole slaw and an assortment of desserts, washed down with two free drinks. One of the ladies found a poem on line and shared it with everyone. I asked to borrow it so I could include it here. This is for all the people I know who tirelessly give their time and energies over and over.

Volunteers
Many will be shocked to find
When the day of judgement nears
That there's a special place in Heaven
Set aside for volunteers.
Furnished with big recliners,
Satin couches and footstools,
Where there's no committee chairmen
No group leaders or car pools.
No eager team that needs a coach
No bazaar and no bake sale.
There will be nothing to staple
Not one thing to fold and mail.
Telephone lists will be outlawed
But a finger-snap will bring
Cool drinks and gourmet dinners
And rare treats fit for a king.
You ask, who'll serve these privileged few?
And work for all they're worth
Why, all those who reaped the benefits
And not once volunteered on earth!