Just over a year ago, a friend of mine posted a picture on one of her social media accounts that caught my attention. But it wasn't the...
Pop and Mimi sent Mason a kite in his Valentine's Day box. At the time, it was raining daily and definitely not kite-flying weather. So the kite sat on top of the shelf in the laundry room. That all changed when March came roaring in like a lion. We've had some absolutely gorgeous days . . . and some absolutely blustery days, too . . . perfect for flying a kite. So one Sunday afternoon that's what Seth decided to do with the kids. When I went outside to join the fun, this is what I saw:
No, I am not confused. Yes, that is a fishing pole. And, yes, this post is about flying a kite. Obviously boys raised amidst the bayous in Cajun country use their fishing poles for not just fishing . . . Seth said he wanted to see how high he could get the kite. We could barely see it:
So I guess this is how Louisianians fly their kites! Abbie wanted in on the fun, too.
No, I am not confused. Yes, that is a fishing pole. And, yes, this post is about flying a kite. Obviously boys raised amidst the bayous in Cajun country use their fishing poles for not just fishing . . . Seth said he wanted to see how high he could get the kite. We could barely see it: So I guess this is how Louisianians fly their kites! Abbie wanted in on the fun, too.
