>> Thursday, October 27, 2011
As summer winds down and the leaves begin to drift to the ground, I find myself edging into seasonal grief-mode because...
I'm a golfer
Before you get too impressed, a disclaimer:
--I've only played three years so it's okay that I'm not very good.
--Have no idea what my handicap is (or even what it means.)
--My swing is probably atrocious according to serious linksters.
--In order to compensate for my ball sailing right, I stand cockeyed to the left.
--I often lob my tee shot all of five feet...and then take a second.
--I buy Noodles (my favorite ball) in bulk.
But none of this matters because I'm totally in love with the game. From the minute I stepped on a course for the first time and my nephew said, "OK, hold here, link your fingers like this, pull back, and HIT," I was completely hooked.
I think it's a combination of beautiful surroundings that I don't have to maintain, soft breezes, and communing with nature. And I have a little bit of a competitive streak too, but usually only with myself. I tend to get frustrated when I don't play well...which of course, just makes me play worse.
A few weeks ago, my sister and I decided to take advantage of one of the final mild days of the season. We hit our favorite course on a sunny Monday afternoon and marveled at the fact that for the most part, we had the place to ourselves.
Golfing in the fall brings about it's own special challenges: leaves and long grass. While the scenery was even more breathtaking than usual, we spent an inordinate amount of time looking for balls. But no complaints: We had a marvelous time
We both played pretty well and even sprang for a second nine holes since it was just too gorgeous to stop.
At one point, we had a spectator. He was crossing a fairway and seemed rather perturbed that that we dare disturb his trek.
I inched in for a close-up with my cell phone while ignoring the wild look in his eyes. Probably not the smartest thing I've ever done but I did get cool pix.
Eventually he decided his photo op was over and hustled on his away (as much as a two foot turtle can.)
All too soon, we finished, savoring the memories in an effort to make them last till next spring.
Woo-Hoo for the best day ever...