1. I moved to Belmont three years ago because I wanted to be closer to the Tarandowah Golfers Club.
2. I haven’t played a round of golf in two years.
Put those two statements together and the answer to the question would appear to be yes.
Tarandowah is a links-style course that was created from Ontario farmland. The British Isles are home to many courses carved from “links” land – tracts of wild grasses and sand dunes that separate farmland from the sea. No ocean resides anywhere near Tarandowah but there are magnificent mounds of fescue grass gracing the rough, along with rolling fairways and over a hundred pot bunkers. You see very few trees, similar to famous courses such as St. Andrews in Scotland.
I’ve long considered Tarandowah to be a home for me. A place to walk and feel the land far more than a place to hit a little white ball, obsess over the details of my swing, and judge my self-worth by the number on the scorecard.
I’ve talked to members of the beauty I see, and very few folks seem interested. “Aren’t the mounds behind the eighth green amazing?” And then there’s the sublime island of fescue in the the middle of the sixth fairway. Plus the long dogleg sweep of the par five dogleg left fourteenth.
I keep the fourteenth close to my heart. An entire wall of my bedroom hosts a mural of the hole, viewed from behind the green. From that spot, I can see the approach to the sixth, the faraway thirteenth at the very end of the world, and the cavalcade of mounds reaching from the fourteenth tee. On my better days, I wake up with “Good morning, Tarandowah” on my lips.
Back problems stopped my golfing but those ills are now in the past. Still I don’t feel pulled to play. I don’t hit the ball very far off the tee (180 yards) and I’ve never broken 100 at my friend who disguises herself as a golf course. But I can feel the love affair. Walking the quiet fairways near sunset is a caress on the soles of my feet. I love the sweep of the greens – so many dips and dives of a gentle kind. The curves suggest a woman’s body to me. I am often in awe.
There’s usually a breeze and it feels good as it permeates my body. The stroll is slow as the sun declines. The birds have things to say. And very occasionally … there is the red fox. Standing on the thirteenth green, I am alone in the world, far from the clubhouse. On the mound behind the sixth tee, I turn to see ten holes spread before me. To be on the high point of land seems right. It’s home.
Tomorrow is a holiday in Canada – Victoria Day. She was the Queen of England way back when. Thank you, Victoria. I will use your gift to walk the fairways of Tarandowah again, as the day begins its farewell. Lovers should be together.
So the answer is … no.