In this delightful painting we remember a time when the world was a symphony of youthful shouts, glorious blue skies and secret hideaways in the trees. On such carefree days friends gathered to test their homemade kites against the brisk spring breeze. The kites soar high and free, not at the end of new-fangled nylon line, but securely controlled by thick cotton string. The string has broken many times but is easily fixed, the knots' bulky presence visible even at this distance.