It’s a perfect sunny and breezy Saturday afternoon to go kite-flying in the hay fields. As it’s a bit difficult to fly a kite and take a photo at the same time, suffice it to say that the guy in this photo will be me in a few minutes. It’s always fun to see how high you can make it go before you become Charlie Brown and duel with the “kite-eating trees”. Tip: buy the least expensive ones you can in case the line snaps and it sails away.
I actually redisovered how much fun kite-flying can be a few years ago on the Jersey shore during off-season (the only time to go). But whether you reconnect to your inner kid on a field or at the beach, go to dime store (if you can still find one) or go on-line and get a few along with some of the longest spools of line you can get, find a suitable locale and regress to being 10 years old again.
It’s therapeutic. It’s fun. It’s Rustic Chic.