HOT AIR BALLOON

In the morning we worked in the garden, an hour, but we felt that was really enough. We must not overdo it, we think and sat in the hot sun on the balcony for a rest. Yes, lovely warm weather there, out of the wind.
After lunch we drove to Deissel for our walk. A steep path between fields led us to a lovely nice hill, covered with coloured bushes. We walked a path, lost it and found it later again. Then we descended another path back to the village.
I saw the balloon first. At that time it was tiny! But I suspected that it would come our way and that proved right. Such a pretty sight seeing the balloon growing bigger and bigger. It seemed that it would land right on my head and I walked a bit further away.
The balloon flew over our heads and landed nearly in a field where the new crop was growing. More fire was given with the result that it landed in the first meter of a grass field,
Piet Hein and I stood in awe.
In Kamerik, in The Netherlands, it was a very familiar sight. Hot air balloons came often flying above the polders and landed in the 'weilanden' (pastures). I remember that we followed one that landed right behind the last houses of the village.
Two extra photos. One of the balloon still in the air and one of the landscape.

My haiku:

If we fly even
Higher than we ever
Wished for, sing a song

And the proverb:

He/She would  fain fly, but he/she wanted feathers.

1550  Heywood.