Saturday, and nothing to do but enjoy our lake. Not the Big Lake where the cottage is, but the smaller one (thirty acres small) across from our house. It's a perfect day for a canoe ride, so the husband and I set out. I ride in the bow and he in the stern.
Along the way, I stick my foot in the water to test the temperature. Very pleasant!
This happens to be the day of an annual balloon rally in a neighbouring town. Late in the afternoon, we're alert for the sound of balloons in the vicinity. Sometimes, during the late launch of the day, they float over our lake or house.
It turns out to be a lucky year!
After floating several minutes above the lake, the balloon begins its descent...most likely headed for a field behind the mountain in back of our house.