Let's Go Fly A Kite

Cold and windy Saturday afternoon is the perfect time to fly a kite.

I was dressed in my Emu boots and long winter jacket appropiately to enjoy the kite flying.

Other than Jethro's-kite-almost-flew-away-by-itself-because-the-string-holder-slipped-off-his-hand-and-the-wind-started-blowing-the-kite-away incident
(thanks to Raymond's handy-dandy slippers, we were able to retrieve it from the tree),
and the occasional kite landing on the grass,
and the tangled strings, and the flies everywhere

it turned out to be a real fun time with the kiddos. 

Let's go fly a kite

Up to the highest height

Let's go fly a kite

And send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear

Oh, let's go fly a kite

Let's go fly a kite!