Brothers and candidates alike gathered in fellowship for an evening of yard work. The spring rains had fueled giant weeds, and we quickly found our yard surrounding the Lodge had been overtaken. Thankfully, many hands made for light work, and the conversations and comradery made the time fly by. Before we knew it, our yard was once again clean and respectable. All that was left to do to end the evening was to enjoy a few cold beers in triumphant celebration.