This morning I took a little ride along a canal I frequently traverse. The canal runs parallel to an exclusive golf and country club. Although I’ve never been in this particular club, I can see quite a bit of the golf course’s perfectly manicured fairways and greens from my vantage point. The pristine landscape doesn’t hold a candle to an untended hedgerow of bougainvillea that runs along the backside of the property’s concrete privacy wall. The people inside those walls have no idea of the beauty and splendor on the backside of that wall. The colorful flowers beckon a wealth of birdlife and butterflies.
Although I’ve not visited this particular club, I’ve been to several just like it, usually to play golf. They’re all interchangeable with the same ostentatious surroundings and an overabundance of obnoxious people. Case in point, one time, about 10 or so years ago, the mister and I were playing a round of golf with friends at a club where we were members. I was pulled aside at the turn by a golf course employee who informed me my Lija golf shorts were considered to be too short by a group of ladies who were also playing that day. I was humiliated, to say the least, and forced to purchase a golf skort that reached well below my knees on my 5′ 3″ frame. Yeah, good times.
All this to say, the folks on the inside of that wall can keep their perfectly manicured property and I’ll happily stick to riding my bike on the far side of the canal, taking in the breathtaking view of unkemp bougainvillea, birds and butterflies. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.