It was Monday night, and we were done with dinner. The kids wanted to get into the water in the back yard, and I protested, “It’s too windy and cold.”
Karl’s ears perked up…”It is very windy. We should fly kites!”
So even though it was already 7:00, and a school night, we packed up the car and the kids and headed over to the park.
It took some time to get everyone set up, but once the kites were built, the kids were tutored, we had a ton of success. The really important thing for good kite flying isn’t experience or expertise, its good strong WIND.
And like I said, it was a very windy night.
Mirah was flying her cool unicorn.
Lucas, who had forgotten his jacket, flew a dragon kite while wearing my jacket. I didn’t forget. But I did spend the hour we were out there freezing.
The last time we flew these kites we were on the beach, because when I got them out of the box there was a ton of sand.
There is something very theriputic and mindful about flying a kite. The park that sits in the shadow of Timp has just been converted to another wing of the Orem cemetery. There is something poetic about being here.
Lucas looking like a little pro.
His dragon kite is my favorite.
Karl loves to fly kites. His two handed trick kite is a total blast to fly, but someone had to be there to help the kids.
Three little kites, flying in a row.
It was cold, and past bed time, but we all had a blast. Can’t wait to go out again.