Go Fly A Kite!  That was the art Challenge offered by April Cole at The Studio, and it was a challenge that spoke to the little girl in me.  I can still recall the magical feeling of seeing my first kites riding on the wind, and being amazed that an unseen force could carry those beautiful, colorful diamonds so high up into the air.

When I think of kites, I think of those first warm, windy days of March.  I think of big, puffy clouds and I think of being by the lake.   I remember being a young girl, laboring with my best friend to make newspaper kites that never made it off the ground.  I recall that I have never been able to get a kite off the ground.


I've spent a lot of time looking out over the lake, and sometimes I'm fortunate enough to watch others successfully fly kites.  April's challenge sparked my memory and I suddenly remembered that I purchased a kite about 10 years ago.  I looked for it and found it still carefully tucked away in it's still unopened package.  I'm determined to take it to the beach and fly it this March.


As I sit here on the sofa wrapped in quilts and doped up on cold medications because I'm sick AGAIN, I fill my mind with thoughts of warm, March breezes and the billowing clouds that accompany the arrival of spring.  I imagine myself standing near the shore guiding my first kite into the wind, and I allow myself to think that good health and spring are both just right around the corner.