In early April, Arvada held its annual Kite Festival at the local soccer fields. We did not take a kite, and I enjoyed walking the perimeter – eyes skyward – to see Hello Kitty, sharks, ghosts, rainbows, dragons and even a piece of paper attached to a string flying high above us. We heard squeals of excitement from the little ones and competitive utterances from older participants who sought the highest wind current for their kites.
I’m sure spring festivals are the same the world over:
- uncertain weather
- big crowds with lots of children
- a long row of food vendors and irresistable smells
- a fire truck for kids to explore and sound the siren
- hula hoops and balloon men and face tattoos
- and – most importantly for this festival – colorful kites dipping, diving and soaring in the gusty breeze
Raqi got her heart tattoo on her cheek, then lined up for her balloon character. Of course she chose the one with the pink heart on top, not realizing it was a hat. When the balloon man handed it to her, she didn’t want to put it on her head.
So I did. That’s what Mima’s do, right?
Don’t I look like the captain as in The Captain and Tenille?