Nope.
It is however, about a windy day.
And kites.
(It would have been a lot cooler if it had been on Wednesday, because Windsday and Wednesday sound alike. But as it is, it's Thursday, which is much less cool.)
School was done (much to this first grade teacher's delight) and I was inside doing vocal warm-ups. (The parents were gone, and this usually results in me standing by the piano, going: *Plink* "MeeeEEEEOOOOOOooooo." *higher plink* "MeeeEEEEEEOOOOOOooooo." *higher plink* "MeeeEEEEEOOOOOOOOoooo!" *cue glass shattering at my epic high notes.)
I was at the height of a high E.... (Lies. I can only hit D♭, and only when I'm really warmed up.) .... When all four of the little girls came running in going, "Treskie, if we do lunch dishes, can you take us to the meadow? Pleeeaaase?"
How could I say no to four imploring pairs of eyes? (Also, I really didn't feel like doing lunch dishes, so that was a plus.)
So we got our stuff together and hiked awa' to the meadow.
"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!"
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!"
At first it was perfect kite flying weather, and the kite's took off with a great sort of eagerness that made all the wee'ans cheer with delight.
Such much. (It's fun to say that. Say it. Say such much and tell me if you didn't have fun.)
By the end, unfortunately, the wind had picked up to gale-like proportions and they spent a great majority of the time tending to crashed kites which could not fly under such circumstances.
Like so.
Eventually most of them gave up and did other things. Sammie climbed a tree and got herself stuck.
I brought my notebooks and attempted to write.
I took a moment to do Annie's hair in a five strand braid, because she couldn't handle it in her face.
And then basically everything morphed into a photoshoot.
All in all, not a bad day.
Yours Sincerely:
The Frenchiest Fry