Well, after the second snowiest winter in New Hampshire history, spring seems finally to have sprung in Canaan, as evidenced by the lovely crocuses in front of our house.
You’d think I’d be over the moon, as nearly everyone here is, ready for all the fun of warmer weather.
The truth is, I am entirely torn. Because warmer weather brings the end of hockey season for me, and this winter I have played the best hockey of my life.
That’s me in the yellow helmet, playing in the women’s intramural hockey championship match at Dartmouth’s Thompson Arena last month…
And there I am, moments later, just after scoring a goal (something quite unusual for me, as I generally play defense…)!
Despite being born in Canada, I didn’t learn to play hockey until I turned 30 and was living in Healy, Alaska.
So I reckon I am making up for lost time… I have 5 hockey games in the next 5 days, and then the ice goes away for the summer.
If I seem a bit down, despite the sunny weather, you’ll know that hockey fever just won’t let me be…
I like the springs fever.The flower is beautiful
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