I'm finding I like long titles. I may as well tell you what has happened over the past couple of weeks so you can decide if you would like to read on. I'm starting this letter to you on our last full day in St. Andrews, a city known for many things, most notably being the home of golf. I'm sitting in my hotel room overlooking the 18th green on the Old Course at St. Andrews. I grew up watching golf with my dad, and eventually, we took it up as a family. I fell immediately in love with the sport. I can still picture every hole at my home course, smell the freshly cut grass, and feel the cool breeze coming off the lake. I remember how the sun cast long shadows across the fairway as I arrived with my equally obsessed golfing buddy for the earliest tee time we could snag. I grew up watching names like Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus, Payne Stewart, and Fred Couples. I guess you can say that golf has been as much a part of my as anything.
Beautiful, Julie. I love these photos. One of my dearest friends is in school at St. Andrews and her husband cares for the grass and grounds of one of the nearby courses (providentially, that was his focus and career before they even met!). This piece helps me feel closer to them!
Once again, heartfelt words and a glimpse into your soul. Always a pleasure to read your posts..you have such a gift! Photos are a bonus!
Beautiful, Julie. I love these photos. One of my dearest friends is in school at St. Andrews and her husband cares for the grass and grounds of one of the nearby courses (providentially, that was his focus and career before they even met!). This piece helps me feel closer to them!
Amazing photos. Really. And beautiful words as usual.