Eleanor and the Poplin Romper

On warm afternoons, when the air hummed with the soft rhythm of course’s swaying pines, Eleanor pulled on her favorite romper—the one with puffed sleeves and a neatly tied bow. Its deep pockets held treasures of the course: a smooth tee, a lucky penny, and a dandelion plucked between swings. She never hurried, never stumbled—just stepped with quiet confidence, belonging as much on the fairway as she did in the clubhouse.