on sunday morning...

I saw this. When it starts to get warmer here, on Sundays you often wake up to a strange noise. It is almost as if a fire-breathing dragon is right outside your window. Last Sunday I had almost forgotten what that noise was, then it hit me. The balloons are back. We live in an area that still has lots of open space so I guess the balloons end up here so they can land safely. Meanwhile, we get a great view of an air balloon literally in our own backyard.