When Michael golfs, I often ride along in the cart. I might just be the world’s worst caddy, actually, because I’ve never carried the bag or even a club once and judging distance? You’re kidding, right.
So, what do I do?
I give the occasional cheer, drink sweet tea, and take pictures. Lots of pictures.
When he reflects back on a golf course, he thinks about the greens, the puts, the “lies,” and that sort of thing. When I reminisce about a golf course, I talk about the flowers, wildlife, trees, and birds. You know, the important stuff.
We’re both crazy about Kentucky Dam Village State Resort Park’s golf course. The course is perfectly maintained, the holes are challenging, and most importantly, there are endless photo opportunities with their beautiful landscaping. Again, the important stuff.
The gorgeous cannas above sidetracked this caddy for a good 15 minutes one summer day. When my camera and I finally got up off the ground (I find good “lies” too after all), the husband was waiting in the cart – looking at me like I was a nut job.
Not the first.. or last.. time I’ve been on the receiving end of that look.
Whatever. Doesn’t matter. I got the picture I was after. The brilliant orange of the cannas against the impossibly beautiful blue sky.
God can out-paint any artist the world has ever produced.