Saturday Morning Suprise

Yesterday morning my seven-year-old came charging into our bedroom at the crack of dawn. And it wasn't even Christmas!

"There's a hot air balloon outside our window! And it's so close!"

I straggled out of bed. Our local balloon festival is in a few weeks, so I figured there were balloons rising along the river, or maybe even over the highway half a mile away. But when I got to the window, this is what I saw:

Yes, that is the tree directly off our deck. When I first saw it, the balloon was over our backyard, gaining altitude to make it over the tree. Yep. That's close.

I was standing there in my pajamas, waving and laughing. Then I remembered to grab the camera ... and put on a robe. Oops. It felt so much like Disneyland, I kind of forgot there were real people inside the balloon who could see me in my Where the Wild Things Are "Make Mischief" T-shirt. Ha!

They were so close I could talk to the woman inside the basket. She apologized for the inconvenience of their balloon being in our backyard. All I could say was, "Oh, no! Really! It's wonderful!"

It hung out over our neighbors' yard for about fifteen minutes before they decided to touch down on the road below us. My son ran down the hill to watch them fold up the balloon.

the landing

This was such a cool way to start a three-day weekend!

Speaking of weekends, have you been over to >>Karen G's BBQ<< yet? It's a lot of fun! A great way to socialize around the blogosphere! I'm layering a chocolate brownie trifle for the occasion. See you there?