We were giddy at first sight, and I tried not to run ahead, but I wanted to be there on that field, camera poised, capturing everything. As we navigated the grounds, sun still yet to rise, I did notice yellow caution tape stretched out... and with only a split second of hesitation, I stepped right over it, making like I knew just where I was going. And that landed us in just the right place to make the day fly beyond our imagination. Crew for the Miss Daisy? Yes. Yes... definitely yes.
While the world was still dark and most everyone we knew was fast asleep, any expectations we had slipped into our pockets had fallen by the wayside. We unravelled and stretched silk, closed petal vents; we worked up a sweat; we smiled, took pictures and laughed. When the fans started whirring, Miss Daisy came to life... and Camden slipped off his size huge blue sneakers, walked inside with Dan (Mr. Miss Daisy) and helped close the top vents, while Eric & Susan (Mrs. Miss Daisy) worked from the outside.
Before too long, cold air turned hot, and Miss Daisy was standing tall. Dan called to Eric for ballast, and into the basket he went, listening to every story Dan had tell... for a couple of hours. I ran out across the field, trying to photograph our work of art, pausing to hold up the lens, and then backing up a little more, and a little more... until finally I could see the whole of her...
My mom joined me out there, and as we noticed Cam & Grampa wander off, Eric still in the basket, we found ourselves another job. We pleated a silo, and closed up the roof of the barn... and already, the day was far more than we bargained for, far greater than we hoped. The sun was on the rise, and although there was fog lying low, I dared to hope about the weather and finally asked the question will the balloons fly today?
to be continued...
{oh yes, there is more... because what goes up must come down!}
