marsh marigold
Sunny. Played golf yesterday after work for the first time in a loooong time. Found myself walking along the edge of the fairways, looking for wildflowers. Sound of a hermit thrush from the woods behind the eleventh green.
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"...and the sound of cursing golfers through out my round saying 'Let us play through, you bird-watching, flower gazing fool!!!'" Ahh the sounds of summer.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted you to know, Bill, that I didn't have anything to do with the disappearance of yesterday's comment. As you know, Blogger.com has had some technical difficulties the last couple of days. Maybe that had something to do with it. It does make one wonder, however, if there are some forces out in cyberspace continuously working to protect the interests of refinement and good taste in the bloggershpere. Just a thought.
ReplyDeleteI thought I smelled a rat...
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