The Quiet Blue of Evening
Saturday, April 1, 2006
The first day of April brought a tasty fish sandwich for lunch, readings in Genesis, and cleaning the apartment while OLeif sorted the computers. Then it was to Target for a birthday card for Kitts’ 20th birthday, and two, two-dollar kites from Walgreens. And while Carrie prepared to head out to Tartan Days in Old Saint Charles, OLeif, Collette, Joe, Ben-Hur, Rose, Molly, and Linnea drove up to the school to fly kites. Frances was dropped off later in his new Boy Scout uniform, just having come form the Court of Honor where he had helped with the flag. And Linnea took her shoes off to run in the grass and squish in the mud.
“Look, Collette!” She exclaimed, bent over a patch of mud in the baseball diamond. “Chicken prints!”
And then she added her own barefoot print to the bird and deer prints. And the boys attached a kite to Boy’s car as he drove in circles around the school to keep it flying with Joe in the back to moderate it. Later, they attached three kite lengths together and kept it up several hundred feet in the air before they headed home for pizza leaving the grand kites attached to a light-post.
The evening was cool and blue and quiet – the sort of evening Collette felt herself back several hundred years before, where the quiet and days were a completely different view of life and heaven and eternity with Christ.