As we near the autumnal equinox, we always find the weather a little unsettled. Indeed, today the wind was up in a way we haven’t seen since March. As a child, without making a connection to the changing of the seasons, I always thought of March and September as kite weather. This morning we woke to blustery winds, helter-skelter winds, winds like witches in the trees. So we brought out the kites!As always, it’s hard to find a place without trees, barns or wires in the way of a good flight. Today we crossed the road to use the neighbor’s plot of young trees.
In truth, this was not the best of flying days. The Butte to the north seems to give the wind a whirly temperament that makes it hard to keep a kite aloft unless you can grab a sustained blow long enough to get above the disturbance. This was a gusty day, with lots of rises and drops. High as the treetops isn’t bad, though. Besides, with the miracle of photo cropping, you can’t actually tell how high we flew.