Deep into it

Ahhh, summer. I can tell already you will end before I’m ready this year. We’ve had such a nice one so far even with the very cold start and the rain that only now seems to be letting up. Even with the lack of commitment on summer’s part, things are moving. Lawns have needed to be mown, flowers are showing. [I’ve got a bunch of them over at Instagram if you insta] Parent birds are bringing their babies to the feeder to try and get them more independent, and my cherry tree is fruiting.

My mom and I have been out on the course a couple of times, dodging the rain and lucking out because there’s only one day a week that we can realistically do this if I’m not on a league, and that is not happening. I’ve only been at it for a couple of years, but I spent a summer in my teens with a club in my hand, and it came back pretty fast. I’m good enough to keep up with my mom, whose been doing this most of her life, but not good enough to keep score. She’s about ready to make me count my wiffs, which is saying something. My game is erratic, with long beautiful drives followed by swings and misses–but the long beautiful drives are starting to show more than the wiffs. And even better, our drives are landing just about at the same place. So to me, it’s not just two different colored balls landing near each other, it’s two people. :-)