Let's Go Fly a Kite

These photos were from a week ago....today, and the next two days, snow is predicted.

The trees have no green yet...but maybe someday. 

This was also a few days after Luke got out of the hospital.  Every once in a while he would lay down in the grass to rest.

A Kite- Anonymous
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the breeze and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.

Flight Fun

The shiny kite with arms outstretched,

Soared high above the trees,

It swerved and turned and circled 'round,

And danced upon the breeze.

If, when I put my arms outstretched,

A breeze would lift me high,

I'd flip and soar and circle 'round,

And race the birds that fly.

Martin Shaw

March- May Richstone
A boy with a kite
In windy weather
Tying the earth
And sky together.

God's glorious blue sky

Spring Morning  A.A.MILNE

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.