...or whatever the count is..
5pm. Setting sun. An hour's break in between the matinee & evening shows. A tennis ball. An 8-mo. old lab with a love for playing fetch.... And a whole 18-hole golf course on winter hiatus.
Mud.
Sand.
Snow.
Puddles.
Frozen puddles.
Passing geese.
And grass, grass, grass....
Oh yeah....
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