Today as I arrived at Northlands, I realized it was not an ordinary day for a game of golf. The fairway was covered in a white carpet of snow and the tee box of the 13th hole was empty. Due to the recent snowfall, the golf course had to be closed and golfing had been cancelled for the day. The bench was occupied not by a golfer, but by one of mother nature’s creations and no longer a desirable place to sit. No memories will be made here for a while but come spring-time this bench will become, once again, a birthplace for good times. The bunker that had been a nightmare is now hidden beneath the whiteness and all that’s left is a crater in the white horizon. The yellow ropes block off the entrance to the tee box where shots are taken. The fairway is untouchable and the reminiscences of previous shots are now frozen below the snow. Although the game is at a temporary rest, the round of life still awaits for it’s next shot. The hot sun will rise shortly and the snow will melt away and the course will be unveiled. However, the course won’t be in the same condition prior to the snowfall. It will become muddy from the puddles of melted snow and remain unplayable. With hard work, the golf course workers will recover the diamond in the rough. This period of snow transitioned into mud must be dealt with like a problem in life. Although it may be a horrible sight, the mind must work to repair the damages to restore the normal course of life’s natural path.
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