Took a break from ranching today to play in a church scramble. Beautiful day…warm dry and sunny. Hard to believe we had snow on 9/11.
I used to be what you might call an obsessed golfer. We lived within walking distance of our local course. When the wind was blowing in the right direction you could hear the starter. I played after work, weekends, in the rain and snow and dreamed of retiring and being the drink cart girl when I wasn’t golfing.
It’s funny how things change. Now I spend my time in the quiet of our ranch where cries of “You da man” and “In the hole” have been replaced with gobbling and whinnying.