Give me a putt putt course with little windmills and I am awesome at this sport. Because that’s about my speed when it comes to the game of golf.
I enjoy watching it on tv, probably because it’s peaceful and soothing, and so very green. And as my husband once pointed out a long time ago, it’s one sport where the referee never makes a bad call.
So when friends we’re visiting down here in the south offered to take us to a beautiful golf course, I was happy to tag along.
Because one thing I particularly enjoy on a beautiful spring day is driving around in an awesome golf cart.
With a margarita.
And good friends.
And watching the guys play golf.
The beautiful live oak on the 18th hole that the course is named after. There’s a big fallen branch beneath it.
Got to make this post brief. We’re off on another adventure and everyone’s waiting on me. But they’re being very polite about it.
Even the canada goose here is waiting on me. Take my picture, already, as I lounge about here in front of the clubhouse.
I laughed so much yesterday with these friends that I’ve had since well, forever. And on this beautiful day I retreated for just a moment into myself and quietly thanked God that we were all still together. Still alive. Still loving each other.
Because folks, that’s what matters most right now.