In August during the hot air balloon festival in a neighbouring town, I would love watching dozens of balloons in the sky at dawn and just before sunset. I saw fewer in the morning but so many late afternoons. Behind our house was a vast field and it is said when the hot air balloon lands on the property, the owner of the balloon offers a bottle of Champaign to the owner. Unfortunately our backyard was not the vast and the balloons always landed outside the property line…darn!
balloons landing in meadows
mice escape their hunter
farmer Joe toasts with champagne.
© Tournesol ’15