My boys are blessed with not one but two amazing grandmas. Both love to surprise them with little thoughtful gifts. The latest gift - my mom bought each of the boys a kite. Our farm is pretty much perfect for kite flying since it sits on top of a bluff with lots of wind and open space.
The day after they got their kites, I took a break from the building and the book to watch the boys fly them. (I might have even taken a turn myself, though I'm a bit rusty...) It took the boys a few tries, but they got the hang of it pretty fast.
All three boys had a good time, though the teenager is way too cool to let me catch him being undignified on camera. The younger two, not so much.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.