My husband LOVES to play golf. In fact, that's what he's doing today. Now, I don't mind watching the game on TV. I have even gone with him to the U.S. Open. But I don't especially like playing the game myself. I should. It's in my blood. My grandmother was a great golfer in her day. The love of the game must have skipped me. Anyway, back to my husband. Everyday when he gets home from work he changes clothes and goes outside. He has set up a golf hole in our back yard and he spends hours out there hitting golf balls. As I said, I don't get it but he loves it. The other day I went out to tell him something(important, I'm sure) and on my way back into the house I saw this.
When I pointed it out to him he said, "It's a hole in one. I was aiming at the tree." He's hopeless!!! But I love him!
Note to you quilters who have stuck with me these past few unproductive (on the sewing front at least) weeks: I promise, the sewing is going to be back soon.