Fans, it's been cold here, but for a good portion of January, we had a thaw. (That's when it gets into, say, the high 30s and people skip around without coats because it's not two below.) It just so happened that the Lake Harriet Winter Kite Festival happened during the thaw. Lake Harriet is one of a handful of lakes quite near White House and one day each winter, one can tromp out on it and fly a kite--or watch other people fly kites which is what we did. There were kite-themed songs playing like Summer Wind and Let's Go Fly A Kite from Mary Poppins, and with at least 50 kites flying, it was all very heart-lifting. Turns out, in spite of the thaw, it was rather chilly out there on the open frozen lake with the wind that was making it a perfect day for (winter) kite flying. So when Clara took a tumble on the ice chasing around after Joe, we headed into the nearby center of the Linden Hills neighborhood for hot chocolates. Half the lake was already there at the coffee shop which might be why the milk steamer machine decided to call it a day before our drinks could be made. But the bakery case was still open!
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