We’ve always dabbled in kite flying around here, but sort of let it fly to the wayside the past few years. But this year has been a good year for throwing them back to the wind.

It’s been windy, a lot. So we’ve gotten the kites out. Restrung the dual string, said goodbye to an old friend who has vanished, will be saying hello to a new one our 12 year old has purchased for himself, and introduced ourselves to a new one to us, and a friends kite that came to play with the dragonfly this past weekend. We also got a small 21″ kite, and a 4″ finger kite for our youngest, neither which have yet been flown.

It was a little too windy this weekend, but it was fun anyways. We all had a blast, got beat up, laughed a lot, rescued the diamond a few times, and sent them flying from the ground more times than any of us can remember, but it was all worth it.

I don’t have photos of all the kites here, just the dragonfly and our dear friend Sally’s diamond. But I’ll be chasing down the rest of them, and my kite, (which is the best kite of them all if I must say!) and will be posting those later on. Note that I say us, and we, in all of this and it’s all my better half and the kids, and I run around picking up the kites and sending them soaring into the air, or making photographs, or just basking in the beauty in them.

I love to watch them fly. I love to fly them too. But it makes my heart ache a little. Isn’t that a little odd?