WEEDS, WEEDS, WEEDS

When we engaged a new-comer to play golf, we waited, with anticipation, for his ball to get stuck on a milk weed.  We knew that weed has developed little to no tolerance for a golf club, in spite of what some non Bermudians are prone to think.  I recall how my Father would have usContinue reading “WEEDS, WEEDS, WEEDS”