Author’s note: Warm weather on a Saturday in mid-January made everyone a little crazy, and the lake brought new meaning to losing your ball or having it just out of reach. Click on the picture to see the full scope. A.S.
THE month was as warm as April,
The mood was as light as air.
The men were as giddy as school kids,
For a coat was not seen anywhere.
The start was slow as molasses
The starter was stern as a whip.
The sting would be like a spanking,
if a mulligan he would let slip.
The friendships were old as the pine trees,
Familiar as well-worn gloves.
The tees would snap like twigs,
Cause the ground was ice with a rug.
The greens were as hard as cart paths,
The grass was as brown as the mud,
My game was like a beginner’s,
But the warmth of the sun made it fun.