Nick and I had a wonderful time at our favorite, sweet, little par three course in Southbury. We both hit quite a few really nice, satisfying shots, and some pretty fine putts too. Of course, there were lots and lots of awful ones in there as well, but you learn from those, um, hopefully. The weather wasn't meant to be good...they had predicted showers, but it was, in fact, fine. Filtered sun, quite warm...the first day of Autumn. A few fragile, crumbly leaves already appearing on the greens. Soon I imagine well have to brush a path to to the pin. This day however, they didn't interfere, just reminded us that summer was over. There was a flock of monarch butterflies on the 8th green, on the crest of the hill, which we at first took for just a few more fallen leaves, but when Nick chipped his ball up onto the green, six or seven took off, fluttering into the air. We met them again in the same place on our second nine. After we played we went to Atlantic, a Portuguese restaurant we both like. We drank lots of Portuguese red wine and had cod fish and quail and clams with chorizo sausage. Nick had a steak on a sizzling stone. It was a pretty perfect first day of fall.