This is the surest (and finest) sign that Spring has finally arrived in my neck of the woods: The wraps come off the greens at Oak Ridge Country Club in Hopkins, Minnesota -- my home town.
(For GCA stalwart Jason Topp, the far-too-little-appreciated Oak Ridge is "My Home Course." You'll find his Oak Ridge profile elsewhere on the site.)
Spring arrived yesterday, for me, late in the afternoon, as I drove home from work, past the 13th green at Oak Ridge, and saw something no one around here had seen in months: green, green grass. Lovely green grass. Bright green grass.
I had to take a few pictures -- which don't do justice to the greenness of the green, or to the non-greenness of everything around it. I needed a stepladder, or the willingness to climb a tree (on someone else's private property!), and I had neither the ladder nor the chutzpah. C'est la vie!
Spring has arrived. I wish you a fine, long, memorable season, ye golfers of the Northland.