Just realized my sense of romanticism isn't a comfy thing for everybody. (Why didn't I know this before? It's blatant.) So I have to keep this nonsense to myself. Or put it into song. Slap a ribbon around it and into more songs. Which is a win.
While her brother and auntie were driving/chipping/putting, niece & I went adventurin' around the golf course! Deer roamed, a butterfly flew, walked through trees, rowed an imaginary boat, plus picked a bit o' wood and a few rocks.