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  • Yesterday morning, I went out to get the paper after having given the cats their food, and one of them her insulin. After retrieving the paper, I spent a few minutes playing with Timber, our 6 month old puppy. I tossed several balls, stuffed animals (the yard looks like the set of a bad horror movie with destuffed animals) and sticks so Timber could chase them, chew them and burn off a little energy. Standing beneath a brilliant still summer but almost autumn blue sky I heard that noise. "PSHHAWWWASHHP" I knew instantly what it was, the unmistakable sound of the lever being pulled on the flame of a hot air balloon. I pulled out my phone to capture the picture as I raced away from the oak tree cover that would shield my view of the balloon. I love seeing hot air balloons! They just make me smile and feel kid-like in the awe they inspire! I have seen them about 25 feet above our roof, close enough to talk to those in the basket!

    There used to be a Hot Air Balloon Festival at the Fairgrounds each June. We would pack the four kids into the van and chase the balloons! What a wonder to see the sky swiss-dotted with multi-colored balloons! Different shapes and sizes and the colors, just the colors! Mesmerized all of us. We chased them until they landed and we would scamper out of the van. So many times the pilots would have the kids and adults help them pack the balloons, 15-20 of us spread out in a line hugging the rainbow balloon as we were instructed in how to fold them properly! Such fun for us all.

    I am not sure Timber heard the flame. But I snapped a picture and smiled in joy at the lone balloon floating in a perfect sky filling my heart with joy!
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