Lets go Fly a Kite
When I was a little girl I spent a lot of summer evenings at the park with my dad flying kites. The wind usually picked up in the evenings and he would pack up the car and away we’d go. And on Monday afternoon we did it again. We’ve been waiting for a day with good wind and no rain for weeks. Creamie asked my dad a long time ago if he had a green kite she could fly.
Yes, yes Creamie, grandpa has green kites! He also has pink and orange and purple and yellow and striped kites, and seven rainbow colored kites that string together to make one big monster kite, . And trick kites. Those are my favorite. I don’t know if that is their technical name or not, but it’s pretty descriptive. These are kites you fly with two strings, and with two, you can do tricks. Spins and dives and flips. They are seriously awesome.
I haven’t flown one of my dads kites for years. And I crashed quite a few times before I got the hang of it again. But flying these big kites (the one I was flying was about 6 or 7 feet across) is surprisingly therapeutic. I stood and squinted into the sun for more than an hour while I tried flips and dives and spins… and a few crashes.
That is my great big pink kite up there on the left side, and I’m down there on the grass in the bottom corner. Creamie of course lost interest way before an hour was up, but the great thing about flying kites at the park is there was a great big playground for her to play on. And the great thing about bringing a very patient husband along to fly kites is that he got some good photos, and chased around after our child to pick her up when she fell and wipe the dirt out of her mouth when she crashed at the bottom of the slide. And while all that was going on, and I was oblivious to the world, lost in the sky with my kite, somehow that green kite got away from it’s post. It must have been one of the times my dad was helping me get mine in the air. It tugged itself out of it’s anchor and went on its merry way, thankfully the string got caught in a tree on the other side of the park and my dad’s great big 6’6″ tall self was able to get it down without too much trouble. Dads are awesome like that.
I can’t believe it’s June already, this year is almost half over, how did that happen? Also, today is my dads birthday. Happy Birthday Dad! Thank you so much for all the things that you do for me. I am so glad that you are a part of my life, I love you so much.
I think we will spend quite a few evenings at this park this summer flying kites. I absolutely loved it. I have been short on posting lately, but I’ve been sewing a LOT. I think last week I made two dresses, two skirts and two shirts (with one more nearly finished), plus stitched the binding on a quilt. I’ve got another quilt to make this week, and some quilt kits for the shop I work at. I got htem all cut out yesterday. All the clothes I made were for small people… the next clothing project will be for me! (Which kind of makes me nervous, I’m not going to lie.)