landing on a runway

The basket had footholes, to climb in & out with, but to us Sockfolks, they made excellent little windows. Our pilot said, "See that cornfield? With the grass runway next to it?" (We couldn't really see which patch of green he meant amongst all the other green, but we nodded.) "That's where I'm going to land us." And he did! We got lower & lower, and then could see the place he meant. We actually dragged through a bit of the cornfield, and wet, dewy green bits of cornplant were flying into the basket through the foothole/windows, covering Commander Mom and Juanita with soggy flecks of green. They yelled, but it was a very soft landing; only a tiny bit of bumping. We actually landed in a small private runway for a man who has an ultralight plane. He was up in the air when we landed on his runway, and he had to wait for us to roll up our balloon before he could land himself! He and his wife joined us in a champagne toast to our balloon flight.

After all that flying, Juanita was exhausted, so I joined her in a nap on the lawn when we got home.
It was still ridiculously early in the morning!