Our Southwest Handicap Mini disc golf series rotates among several courses from mid-March to late September. After we’ve had lots of rain during the summer, one of those venues—Imperial Park—is so overgrown on three straight holes that spotters are as essential as accurate putting.
So last Tuesday I spent most of the 18-hole round standing in a clear area past the high weeds, potential poison ivy, and especially the hornets’ nest that Marcus’ disc found, watching round plastic sail near me on hole number 7. When one landed in the crud, I would race over and spot where it was for the disc golfer who probably had no idea where in the world it had gone. But, being extremely sensitive to poison ivy, I did not under any circumstances go into the weeds to find the exact location. Not even for my beloved bearded baby boy.
A lost disc is preferable to a miserable month of itching and swelling. Just sayin’.
In between sighting discs, I had time to also spot some of the beautiful inhabitants of our local park.
Wildflowers, of course, caught my eye and my Nikon 105mm macro lens.
Although they weren’t plentiful, the pretty petals lent nice spots of color to the overwhelmingly green landscape.
Even the weeds were vibrant.
But my favorite find of the evening was a friend who kept me company for the longest time as I scoured the sky for flying discs:
A pennant dragonfly! This little guy kept flying around and landing on a small patch of dirt near where I was standing. It seemed like he was trying to get my attention.
I’d say he definitely wanted to be spotted!