"What's that noise?" I asked.
"What noise?" he said. (Donald's defense against an old house is to try never to notice when something goes wrong.)
"It sounds like a whooshing, like pipes...in the front?" But there are no pipes in front.
We went to the hallway and through the sidelights we saw--something big and blue. Whattttt??? We opened the front door. There was a hot air balloon hovering at the second floor level. A guy in the basket was leaning over to ask, ever so politely, "Do you mind if we land on your field?"
"No problem!" we said. (Later I asked him, what if we'd said no? He said he'd have moved on to a school field nearby.)
I grabbed my phone and began taking photos as the balloon landed and the couple being transported (a husband's gift to a wife for her birthday) stepped out.
"Want a ride?" asked balloon operator still inside the basket. We said sure. So--there we were at 8 am on a Sunday morning, flying above the trees in our yard, getting a bird's eye view of our house. Thank you Spirit Ballooning!