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Morning Golf 2 of 7


I'm the only silly one out and about on this misty morn.

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  1. They be nandina domestica, me thinks.

    How come the greens are not, green that is? I thought we'd had tons of rain.

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  2. Lovely shot ... right into the distance.

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  3. Julie, I'm no expert but my general observation is that winter grass is typically brown regardless of the amount of rainfall. That is true of the paddocks but I think they would normally use a different type of grass on the golf course.

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  4. That blue morning light is lovely.

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  5. Looks inviting for a game but not at that time in the morning.

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  6. I like the bluish tinge of the mist too.

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  7. I agree with Mary Ann, the blue light is lovely!

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