For the last 5 years, this lovely balloon has been sailing by at least once a week all summer.
Usually, the dog freaks out.
But never had the balloon chosen out farm to land. I guess the stars and the wind and the full moon were aligned, making this the morning. We all put down our work, and the sleepy teenagers emerged from their rooms, traffic stopped and we all ran out to the pasture to greet the arrivals.
Stella finally had a chance to sniff that big alien thing that had been taunting her. The sheep, well, they kept on munching grass.
Blessings on the meal-