One half of a fortnight...

So, the course opens up to our 40 members in a week. Sure, my current crew consisting of 3 of the hardest working Hispanics you'll ever find or appreciate, a 59 year-old crew foreman, a 26 year-old assistant golf course superintendent, a part-time, 57 year-old mechanic, and myself have been slaving away trying to get all of the tasks done in a timely manner. It's a blend of wrapping up winter projects, doing integral necessary agronomic tasks, and getting all of our fixtures out of storage and onto the course.

I actually love this time of year...much like the culmination of a hibernation of sorts. Being closed to our membership from early December through March has its bonuses, the last of which being the frantic lead-in and conversion from menial winter tasks to all-out paranoia. I admit, I did spend a majority of the daylight hours this past weekend at work. I guess I'll save that dream of camping for my next weekend off. I've still got about 6 weeks until it gets really crazy out there.

I had a great winter: finished a ton of work at the house, spent 2 weeks in Germany, got caught up on a large pile of books on my "to read" stack, and overall took every opportunity I could to embellish in anything I felt like doing at the time.

This year should be fun, in hindsight, they always are. It is never an easy existance doing what I do, but I enjoy the challenge and variety. Adapt and react is my motto. Mother Nature controls my hours and before I know it I'll be switching the alarm to 4:30 a.m. (nothing glorious about agriculture in that regard) and losing track of what day it is. Sunday evenings feel exactly the same as Wednesday evenings if you care to think about it. I'm really looking forward to my 5th season at the Club. Each year seems to be more productive and subsequently more satisfying. No reason to think that this year will be any different.