In honor of Spring’s arrival this Saturday, I shot this from the loft window. That guy in the lower left-hand corner is a sure sign of spring–my husband returning from hitting golf balls out beyond the Chapel garden. Nice to have our own driving range, of sorts. As the courses open, he is getting his swing in shape to hit the links. I need to put in some swing time in order to keep up with him. He plays the local Fondulac 3-par nine-hole course with me once a week, but it’s the 18 holes with golf buddies at Quail Meadows for which he practices diligently. Still, I’ve been known to best him in the short game, on a good day. Golfing is great fun in beautiful surroundings.
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