“Soft Winds and Gentle Landings”

(My own personal hot air balloon.)

A few months ago, as I redecorated my mantel with a touch of Steampunk-inspired decor, I discovered this whimsical hot air balloon from BHLDN.  I originally planned to hang it in a small art niche in the hallway by the boys’ bedrooms, but Ryan was afraid that it was too heavy and would quite literally fall flat.  For months, it sat by my computer, as I decided what to do with it.

Now that the weather is warming up and my plants are in bloom, my patio is a pleasant place to be during the day, so I thought the balloon would work quite nicely nestled among my hanging garden.  It’s actually the same size as the hanging pots, and it blends in very well.

(Floating among the geraniums.)

I tried putting a small plant in its basket, but it wasn’t very balanced and I didn’t want to lose the plant.  It might work to put some cut flowers there to enjoy for a few days, before the weather gets too hot.  I also need to spray the basket with some clear spray paint to prevent rust.

Overall, though, I’m thrilled with my little balloon and so happy it’s finally found a place among my flowers.

*The title of this post comes from a popular toast said by hot air balloon enthusiasts upon landing, usually with champagne.  (I totally looked that up!)