Love Is In The Air

If you’re family, friend or (blog) follower, you know that our friend, Mark, owns a hot air balloon. We’ve flown with him three times, and have helped and photographed numerous launches and landings in the past several years.

A few months ago, Mark was contacted by a couple, Heather and Chad, who was interested in getting married during a balloon flight. They planned the wedding for this past weekend, but were flexible as to the exact date/time, because balloon flights are so dependent on weather conditions.

The flight happened Saturday afternoon, and Motor Man and I were there for the launch. Heather had asked if I would take pictures of the occasion, and I was honored.

Although there was a slight chance of a thunderstorm, the day could not have been more beautiful.

Their officiant was Reverend Potter, who also married Motor Man and me. It was Rev. Potter’s first hot air balloon ride, and he shared with us that it was one of the items on his bucket list.

Heather’s children, Jeffrey, Brittany and Parker, were there for the launch and followed us as we “chased” the balloon during the flight.

Their balloon ride lasted around forty-five minutes, and they traveled about 3 1/2 miles over our little town of Smithfield.  Once back on the ground, the newlyweds posed for a kiss.

Of course, Motor Man and I wanted a picture with the happy couple.

And they asked for one with their balloon pilot, Mark, and crew chief, Luke.

Afterwards, we were invited to join them for dinner at nearby Smithfield Station Restaurant. Of course, with the Covid 19 restrictions, dining is only allowed outside, but it was a gorgeous evening for dinner on the deck. And, later, the cutting of the wedding cake.

To end their special day, Heather and Chad were treated to a beautiful sunset.

They’re such a nice couple, and Motor Man and I were glad to play a small part in their wedding day. We hope they always find that ‘love is in the air’.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: The Gondola Ride

Another Thursday, and that means poetry with Pam and her boys, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.

Pam provided us with a cute picture for this week’s inspiration. (Love the gondolier’s expression.)

This is the poem I wrote:

The Gondola Ride

The gondolier continues to paddle along,
but no longer serenades them with a song.

It’s been 60 years since these two said “I do”;
he’d do it again, and she would, too.

To celebrate they booked this ride,
still happy to be by each other’s side.

The gentle motion, the gondolier’s song,
and the urge to nap became just too strong.

This photo snapped by a person nearby:
a small souvenir they didn’t have to buy.

It’s just another memory in this sweet life
they spend together as husband and wife.

In February of 2012, during the week of our 10th anniversary, Motor Man and I, along with our friends, Bev and Bill, went on a week’s vacation in California. On the day of our anniversary, we took a gondola ride around Balboa.

Our gondolier, Greg, was great…

and as you can see…

…we didn’t fall asleep.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

One Word Wednesday: Timid

Timid

~These Days Of Mine~

Worth The Wait

Many of you know that the Outer Banks of North Carolina closed their doors to visitors about two months ago due to the corona virus.

It has been nine weeks…NINE weeks….since we’ve been to Carova to see ‘my’ wild horses.

That restriction was lifted Friday night/Saturday morning at midnight. So guess where our day trip took us yesterday?

When we left home, our skies were bright and sunny. When we got to Carova,  it was pea-soup foggy.

There were lots of folks on the beach, some even in swimwear. But with a temperature around 62, and this fog, they weren’t there to sunbathe, nor to take in the view.

But, we soon found horses on the beach. That’s what WE came to see.

We had to celebrate by taking our picture with them in the background.

Beach hair: don’t care!

And….then….what’s this up ahead in the fog??

EEEEKKK! We just happened upon the third and youngest (thus far) baby born this season.  Meet Amelia and her mom. Amelia was born April 24, making her just a little over three weeks old.

I won’t say how many photos I took of this sweet baby, who was definitely feeling her oats.

And yes, I’m going to share several of them with you.

As soon as we spotted her, Motor Man pulled over at a very safe distance from the two of them and shut off our vehicle. I’m so thankful for a zoom lens on our camera.

And he patiently waited while I oohed, aahed and took picture after picture. We had them all to ourselves, other than the folks who arrived at the cottage beside where we’d stopped.

I was so disappointed to discover that this next picture is slightly blurred. It was my favorite of all I took of her.

And I was even able to get a couple of videos. This first one is so sweet of Amelia, Mom, and a cattle egret. I love how Amelia is nudging up against Mom, then takes off for a quick run.

 

And this next video is of her running laps around Mom. Sound up to hear her cute little whinny.  Motor Man said she looks more like a race horse than a Corolla mustang. (The horn beep you hear is that of the folks who arrived at the cottage locking their vehicle.)

 

So, we had a wonderful trip, and seeing this baby made waiting those long nine weeks to get back to the beach worth it.  Well, almost.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: When Evening Falls

It’s Thursday again and time for poetry. It’s always fun to join Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats for Poetic Thursday each week.

Here’s the magical picture Pam provided us for this week’s inspiration:

And this is my poem:

When Evening Falls

Evening falls, and the park goes to sleep,
except for these beauties: they’ve a ritual to keep.

They travel in circles all through the day
amid smiling faces and children at play.

But when night comes, they run wild and free
to a secluded meadow lined with trees.

The moon and the stars their secrets share
in this place of which humans are unaware.

They’ll be back at the park before the dawn;
no one the wiser they were ever gone.

I first saw this picture a few years ago when my blogging friend, MJ (Emjay And Them), used it as the header photo on her blog. I’ve always thought it was fascinating, so it was fun writing a poem to make it ‘come to life’ this week.

~These Days Of Mine~

One Word Wednesday: Soon

Soon

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

A Bittersweet Smile

My friends and family, as well as my readers who’ve been following my blog for a while, will remember my cousin, Lona. She and I were first cousins, born six weeks apart and grew up as close as sisters.

Lona spent the last couple of years of her life at a nearby convalescent center. Our mutual friend since childhood, Janet, and I visited her often. Her visitors frequently brought cards and little gifts to cheer her.

This was one of those cheerful gifts that I’m sure Janet also remembers.  Just a simple little (probably dollar store) solar dancing flower to bring a smile to her face. In fact, during her time there, she received two of them.

And when she was gone, I asked her brother if I could keep one.  It’s a reminder of all the visits we had where those little dancing flowers made us smile.

Lona passed away 6 1/2 years ago today (I realized that when I was scheduling this post).

And her little flower is still dancing.

And still making me smile.

~These Days Of Mine~