Monday, September 8, 2014


This is our little golf course: Lakeside. Located right on the PA/NY border on Rte 5. It is what I would call a "country" 9-hole course. Well-kept, but not too much, gravel paths for carts, grape fields bordering three sides, a creek running through and 3-4 holes with little ponds. It's a beauty.

These are all scenes from Lakeside golf course.

I love Mary Oliver's poetry first because I am a nature lover and secondly, because they are so spiritual.

Here's one that just blew me away recently:

What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks flew in circles around your head? What if the mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor? What if the bees filled your walls with honey and all you needed to do was ask them and they would fill the bowl? What if the brook slid downhill just past your bedroom window so you could listen to its slow prayers as you fell asleep? What if the stars began to shout their names, or to run this way and that way above the clouds? What if you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves began to rustle, and a bird cheerfully sang from its painted branches? What if you suddenly saw that the silver of water was brighter than the silver of money? What if you finally saw that the sunflower, turning toward the sun all day and  every day--who knows how, but they do it--were more precious, more meaningful than gold?

"How Would You Live Then?" by Mary Oliver