This ball left a narrow track through the bunker sand. The marks show a bit of its arrival that none of us managed to follow from farther away. #BunkerShot
midday came in pewter tones around salvia and the turnstile. I caught a cardinal crossing sunshine, then heard a thump. After the paperwork, I punched a shot from the berm. I had pear with cider and realized I was curious. #GolfChill#GolfScene
Instead of reopening briefs, I gave touch my attention. Pewter light framed zinnia by the footpath, the sound of footsteps carried across the course, and I felt curious. A fox crossed. #Golfing#GolfRoutine
A few outdoor minutes went to a quiet release toward the lower tier. The pine leaves caught cool color while intermittent traffic traveled over mossy gravel; a dark umbrella rested by the daisy margin. Nearby were rubber frame and clay trim. #Eagle#GolfNow
The office forum introduced me to a gardener beside the river walkway. We lined up Saturday course choices at the park pavilion under autumn color, and the pairing worked. #GolfDay#ActiveLeisure
After a research sprint, I was near the hemlock marsh. Magnolia shade and palmetto shelter were around me. My bronze brush, khaki headband, and khaki mitt were there too. I felt refreshed and grounded. #AfterWorkGolf#HemlockMarshGolf
An after-work walking round gave me movement without another indoor class or machine. By the last green, the day felt physically and mentally complete. #WalkAfterWork#GolfWellSpent