Diary of a Spring Round

by Samantha Lindstrum, Oxford Greens’ Resident “I Swear I’m Better in Summer” Golfer

9:03 AM — First Round of the Season, First Crisis of the Season

I arrive at Oxford Greens wearing a pastel outfit that says “springtime princess” and a swing that says “hasn’t touched a club since October.” The air is crisp, the birds are chirping, and the pollen is already plotting against me.

I take a deep breath. Immediately sneeze. A strong start.

Spring has sprung and so have my allergies. This fairway is gorgeous, but also trying to kill me.

9:27 AM — The Warm‑Up That Wasn’t

Everyone else is stretching like responsible adults. I do one quad stretch, decide that’s enough athleticism for the moment, and spend the rest of warm‑up talking to Enzo and George (my snake plants) via FaceTime. They offer no advice, but their silent judgment is motivating.

I roll a few putts. They all miss left. I blame the dew. And gravity. And maybe Mercury.

10:02 AM — Hole 1: The Great Thawing

My first swing of spring feels like waking up from hibernation. My body goes, “Oh right, we do this now.” The ball goes… somewhere. Not where I intended, but somewhere.

The good news: it’s not lost. The better news: I didn’t pull anything. The best news: I remembered to pack snacks.

10:48 AM — Spring Weather Is a Prank

The sun comes out. Then it hides. Then it comes back with a vengeance. Then the wind kicks up like it’s trying to teach me humility.

I take off my jacket. I put it back on. I take it off again. I consider starting a fashion blog about “Golf Layering for the Emotionally Unstable.”

11:36 AM — The Shot That Gives Me Hope

On Hole 6, I hit a 7‑iron so clean I look around to see if anyone else saw it. They did. They gasp. I glow.

For a moment, I am the main character in a sports movie. The soundtrack swells. The pollen sparkles. My confidence skyrockets to unsafe levels.

I immediately chunk the next shot. Balance restored.

12:22 PM — Snack Break, Spiritual Reset

I sit in the cart and eat string cheese while contemplating life, golf, and why my swing feels like a baby giraffe learning to walk.

Spring rounds are humbling. Snacks are healing.

1:04 PM — The Back Nine Blossoms

The course looks gorgeous — bright greens, blooming trees, sunshine that finally commits to staying. My game? Also blooming… in a “wildflower growing through a sidewalk crack” kind of way.

I hit a few good shots, a few questionable ones, and one that ricochets off a tree and ends up better than it deserved. Spring magic.

Here we see the scene of the crime. The victim: my par. The suspect: my putter.

2:11 PM — Golden Hour Lite

We finish the round with that early‑season glow — part pride, part sun, part “I forgot how much walking this is.”

I sit on the patio with a cold drink, watching the course shimmer in the afternoon light. My swing may be rusty, my allergies may be dramatic, but my heart? Full.

Spring golf is chaotic, unpredictable, and absolutely perfect.

Final Entry — Spring Is the Season of Hope

A spring round isn’t about perfection. It’s about shaking off the winter, laughing at the mishits, celebrating the small wins, and remembering why we love this game in the first place.

And if you can do it with good friends, good snacks, and a healthy dose of self‑deprecating humor, you’re already winning.

What excites you about Spring Golf this season?