For the first time in six years, I'll be in Georgia for the final weekend of The Masters. As you might know, I consider The Masters to be part of my Spring Trinity of Sports, along with opening of baseball season and March Madness. If there is such a thing, surely The Masters is head of the Trinity.
So fate and birthdays have me and the family in Athens for the Masters. I'll still have a party with pimento cheese and such. Fortunately, I don't have to head back this way until Monday, so I'll get to watch the final group walk up Holly.
I am getting misty eyed thinking about it.
We had our first blooming flower of the Spring the other day. Surely, the Illinois spring is but another month or two off, right?