BRAD WOODGER
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The sea delivered a bumper crop, direct to our beachfront, of late summer succulents. Seaweed piled high like a teenager’s laundry at the foot of the bed. So, Brad’s Chappy Super Greens Health Food should be on the shelves shortly.
Normally, when I have little of note to report in my column, I have the birds to fall back on. But this week was eerily quiet bird-wise. Almost as if they were hired as babysitters for the summer, and now that their charges are otherwise engaged, they all took a group vacation off-Island. The Berkshires?
The absence of the birds only adds to that left-behind feeling that one can sense at summer’s end — everyone is off to other endeavors and we remain as custodians of the playground. I’m not complaining. I like it.
The golf course loves September. The humidity has abated, the nights are still warm enough to encourage growth, and sun has lessened its presence. The bluestem grasses have turned their purplish hue and resemble a Thomas Hart Benton painting in their wind-bent posture. The sedges flow like river over rock and all is fluid and changing and in motion as summer eases out. We do little to change this dynamic. We encourage health in the soil rather than treating symptoms. For this philosophy, Kim and I owe a great debt to Jeff Carlson, a true organic golf pioneer, who shepherded us through the recreation of the course. With all that is in transition on our property, I am grateful that such a grand example has been set. I am in transition myself, so I bid adieu once again to a place I love. I hope to see it and this column again some day. To all my Chappy friends, real and imagined, it’s been great.
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