I got photos of some of our garden friends this afternoon, although most are a bit blurry since I had to zoom well in to see the little critters because I was inside my office. The birds have been enjoying the suet block and the squirrels have been very busy running back and forth along the fence from the walnut tree to wherever they are putting the nuts they collect.
These photos were taken 2 weeks ago, I was in bed and heard the WHOOOOSH! of the balloon burner and ran outside to the porch to take a photo since it was flying so low. As I was waving enthusiastically at the people in the gondola I realized I was still in my nightie and had sleep hair…but the people were turned the other way so I don’t think they saw me (whew!) This balloon often flies over our house and has had to make a few emergency landings in our neighborhood. This time it was aiming for a church parking lot but ended up in someone’s yard instead!
Anyway, the other day my dad called and invited my son and me to go for a balloon ride in this very balloon! (It’s on Dad’s “bucket list”, last year he and Ben went on the Slingshot ride at the Fair, and he has been skydiving about once a year for the past 4 years. Dad had to miss skydiving and the rafting trip this year because of problems with his heart, and he was quite disappointed! Now he’s good to go, though!)
After the balloon flight there is a picnic continental breakfast with champagne or sparkling cider. It sounds like so much fun. I would LOVE to go. But, last time I was up high (Ferris wheel) I had a small panic attack and couldn’t stand to look. Since there isn’t room to sit down and hide in the balloon gondola and I don’t want to be a party-pooper, I decided not to go this time. My logical brain wants to go, but my bipolar brain is a total spoilsport.
So, Ben will be going with his grandpa bright and early tomorrow morning – there are multiple start points so they will find out tonight where they start (depends on the weather and wind). He is super excited. It’s so great that Grandpa includes Ben in all his adventures. I’m going to have him text me if they are going over our house so I can go out and wave and get a photo! It’ll be awesome!
Saw this gentleman yesterday while coming back from the pumpkin patch with my friend and her daughter…
Harley guy on a Vespa, or Vespa guy with a Harley jacket? Judging by the shoes, I’d say the latter. Did he borrow his friend’s jacket? Did he borrow his friend’s Vespa? Did the salesman convince him a Vespa was just more practical? What do you think?