We golfed today. We have lived in this golf community for over 10 years, 6 months of which we have lived in a house that is actually backing onto the course. We decided that today is the day. October 12th, 13 degrees, no wind. About half of the leaves are still on the trees. The colours are vibrant from oranges and irridescent reds to lime green and yellow. The air seems so fresh. People are out in their back yards digging in bulbs and pulling out weeds.
On the 8th tee box we have shed our jackets and are beginning to get red faces from the sun. Bryan raises his club to knock one straight out about 150 yards. Or so he thinks he would like to. At the top of his back swing a young German shepherd rushes his fence about 50 feet from the tee box and barks a furocious woof. He looks at us with a grin on his face. Bryan's ball goes zig zagging into the rough I place my tee in the ground and balance my ball on top. The dog is running back and forth along the length of his fence. At the top of my back swing he barks. I turned and looked at him with his big grin. He knows what he is doing.
