The greens at Boone Valley are the most challenging I’ve ever played.
Slick. Hard to “read”. Even, at times, seeming to defy the laws of physics. (“How can that putt NOT slope down toward the water?!?”)
Continue readingThe greens at Boone Valley are the most challenging I’ve ever played.
Slick. Hard to “read”. Even, at times, seeming to defy the laws of physics. (“How can that putt NOT slope down toward the water?!?”)
Continue readingWeeks ago, a summer deluge turned our splendid topiary into a hot mess.
Continue readingI bought several green bananas for my Mom the other day. It was an act of faith, and of gratitude.
Continue readingWhat a party! (And what an odd feeling, too!)
Continue readingI had one job to do: gently score the tops of the sourdough loaves prior to baking.
Sigh.
Continue readingTurns out, I’ve been breathing ancient air all week. And here I thought it was just the oppressive humidity.
Continue readingSo, if somebody said, “Bring me a No. 3 pencil, please…” would you be able to comply?
Continue readingI’m not much into fireworks, so I decided to celebrate Independence Day with a little döstädning instead.
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