Autumn in New York is brilliant. Each tree seems to boasts its own rich color combination in every shade of the best of sunsets glorious color palette. To know that we have lived this particular adventure means much more than just a brisk ride among the clouds...it whispers in my heart every time I see the photos, "...we have lived deeply...profoundly...exuberantly." That means more to a dreaming girl than much of anything else. For when I am very old...and feeble, I will look back and say just that once more. "We did indeed live...deeply, profoundly and exuberantly." And that will make me smile.
Welcome to a little bit of our wedding anniversary adventure!
Somehow, as I watched the balloon fill with the hot air, I felt like I may just run to the car and lock myself inside. The fear of letting a simple balloon and basket carry me into the sky, took my courage and tested it to the core. Can you see how very small the basket really is?
Mr. G...my tough warrior of a man didn't flinch. And I like to think that it was his confident grin that gave me just the right amount of courage to step inside of the brown wicker basket and take a giant leap of faith in God and all of His plans for my evening. It was really...God.
(Where we took off from)
This precious little place is called, "Sprout Creek Farm". It is filled with every imaginable farming tool, animal and garden pleasure known to me thus far in my life. Run by a group of sweet, talented and very hard working Catholic Nuns, it has a very special way of making each visitor feel as if they perhaps own a bit of the land. The cheeses that come from their store alone, will bring us running back again and again.
After floating very aimlessly, for no less than an hour...our Captain found a perfect farm to cushion our landing. It really was just this beautiful...in every way.
When the winds pick up the balloon, it can be a bit of a monster to contain. Mr. G helped the men bring it under control again.
And there we are...the Dreaming Diva is, "Safely on the Ground" but with a completely changed heart. You see, now I'd go up in a itty-bitty basket under a balloon covering again, any day, any time, any place...with one condition...Mr. G would still have to be my traveling companion.
(Still feeling so grateful for the romantic adventure of a lifetime!)