Kite Day
We enjoyed an afternoon at Tubbs Hill in downtown Coeur D’Alene. The wind was a 3 on the Beaufort scale. One of the funniest things I’ve read recently by the way:
“My favorite poem is the Beaufort scale, I guess?”
The first part of the Beaufort scale:
Calm: Sea like a mirror. Smoke rises vertically.
Light air: Ripples with appearance of scales are formed, without foam crests. Direction shown by smoke drift but not by wind vanes.
Light breeze: Small wavelets still short but more pronounced; crests have a glassy appearance but do not break. Wind felt on face; leaves rustle; wind vane moved by wind.
Etc.
I love that such lovely poetry was created out of the necessity of describing nature with precision.
So, we flew our brand new kite. School was over for the day, the weekend was upon us and the children’s spirits rose into the beautiful blue. Don’t we all feel a little bit like we are flying too when the string is tugging impatiently in our hands?
Thank you for sharing this delightful video. Such a lovely kite and I loved the squeals of laughter as the kids watched it fly into the sky. At least until it took a nose dive!
What a great description, and the video made it SO real. I felt like I was running with you in the wind :).
By the way, just learned about the Beaufort Scale 🙂