Windy Day Fun

Grandchildren and I went out to Bay Beach today and flew/flied kites.  It was so much fun.  It's an activity I really enjoy to the fullest.  A wonderful kite flying day.  It was so easy to launch the kites and they flew and dipped and slipped all over the sky. 

Spring

O what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

SPRING

by: Edna St. Vincent Millay