I love this time of year, when summer takes one last bow, while autumn waits in rustling anticipation in the wings and maybe throws the odd hint of fall colours onto the stage.
Today it has been raining heavily, but last weekend the sun was shining and A finally took the balloon ride that the girls and I had got him for his 50th (almost 2 years ago.) It had been cancelled 3 times, due to wind or rain, or both. But this was 4th time lucky. I stayed on the ground, took photos and then went for a walk while he and 11 others drifted through the evening sky.
connecting the uninflated balloon to the basket
there seems to be a lot of balloon
filling it full of cold air
then hot air