Saturday, April 6, 2013

Oh my heart

I have been putting off writing this post, because I haven't been able to find the words.
The words to describe just what it feels like to see these magnificent balloons float in the sky,
to get up early, before sunrise, and feel the aniticipation in the air, 
and then to see them - it is nothing short of breathtaking.

The first morning of the festival was one block from our house.
Oh, it was amazing.  
On the third morning, we drove north 20 mins to see them.
The excited squeals from the kids (and me!) as we spotted the first,
the second...the third and fourth.
Pulling into a field on the side of the road, 
we realised we had stumbled across one of the fields they were flying directly over. 
We stood there, in the crisp early morning air, as 14 balloons floated above us.

I look forward to this weekend all year, 
wondering if the weather is going to be good for the balloons to fly.
This year, it was oh so perfect.
Thank you, to the weather fairies, and to the pilots, for bringing magic to our skies.
We are one very happy family, 
who will remember and talk about this weekend for a very long time.


  1. I saw some of your beautiful pictures on pinterest and they looked familiar, so I came over here - to discover you also live in NZ :-) That would explain the familiarity :-) There is something unique about a Kiwi sea.

    Really, such lovely pictures.

    1. Hi Sarah, I am so pleased you left a comment, thank you! Your blog is gorgeous, I love your photos and your writing is beautiful.

      Yes, there is something about the kiwi sea. There is no sea quite like it, it is gorgeous, but I think it also has a story to tell. It is a little bit haunting.