Write a four line poem about: the kite.
It was back to work in the garden this morning, as Kat's dad and I were constructing trellises for our newest patch of blackberries and raspberries. Since it was in the mid-twenties today, it was pretty pleasant going.
Also: I'd just like to say how nice it is to not have to delete thirty anonymous spam comments every time I log in to the blog. I can't believe I put up with that for so long.
Soaring high above us all,
So dreamily carefree;
I'd happily trade places...
Until it hits a tree.