Baloons and parachutes

Hello everyone , I hope I find you all well.

I see from our old friend Google Doodle that it is the 216th anniversary of the first frameless parachute descent, from a hot air balloon, by it's inventor Andre-Jacques Garnerin. The doodle instantly brought to mind many happy bank holiday weekends spent watching the balloons "pop" up from the Tavistock balloon fiesta into the sky and drift off whichever way the currents and breeze took them, all sorts of colours and shapes an absolute delight for around three hours over two afternoon/evenings.  We had a wonderful vantage point from our farm on the top of the hill overlooking Tavistock, as we also did on bonfire night/weekend.  No two guesses as to the subject of my poetic conclusion today then.

I have been blog shopping over the last couple of days, inspired by the Patchwork and Quilting magazine and found some very inspiring blogs; www.bijoulovelydesigns.com;  www.incolororder.com; www.alisonglass.com.  Some very inspiring work and materials, my head is swirling with the possibilities.  I also  popped into a charity shop on the way to collect my husband and found a pair of double sized quilts they were about the throw away and gave them to me for a song.  Cleaned up these may sell for a decent price, if not the material will unpick and the backing and the filling will save me quite a lot of money.

Bye all and thank you for reading, speak to you tomorrow and have a wonderful day wherever in the world you are.

Air Balloon Festival (anon)

Drifting away...
Ageless
Careless
Weightless
Worriless 

Hopeful
Colorful
Playful
Dreamful 
Just drifting away...

No secrets
No fears
No tears
No pain
Drifting away...

Just a seed
In the air
In rainbows
Flying with hummingbirds
To our secret place

No human knows
Kites are lonely too
Strings do break loose
From shoreless blue
To drift away...

Rain that never comes
Souls that never show up
Pennies that drop in unexpected places
Flameless  candles
Drifting away...