Got Kites?

"Got Kites?"
8" x 8"
Oil on hardboard 
The prairie, vested in verdant attire, beckoned for me to run in zigs and zags with a paper kite. Spring was in the air, and soon, too, would be the carefree symbol of my joyful youth.

I long to fly a kite in the balmy skies of a month with fewer than five letters in its name. Doesn't January take her sweet time?

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