A touch of magic

This past week has consisted of beautiful sunny days, with temperatures well into double figures.
The extra blankets have come off Hubby’s side of the bed, and I am sleeping for the majority of the night under just a cotton throw-over because I’ve been too hot.
Actually, you can blame the dog as she has been snuggling into me close and hard lately.
Just when I thought it safe to put the thermals away, today has turned cold (only six degrees) , and I can hear the pattering of icy raindrops on the windows.
It’s only likely to be one of the ‘cold showers’ forecast by the met office, but it is cold and wet nonetheless, and enough to delay our second walk for an hour or so.
Judging by what is forecast for later, our evening walk could be in jeopardy, but I am not going to dwell on bad weather.

One of the nice things about where we live is the open spaces.
We have beautiful dawns and glorious sunsets either side of our house, and the night sky is like a black velvet cloth bejewelled with diamonds.

Also, on undecided days like these, we can have rainbows.
Not just any old rainbow slightly tingeing the sky with watery hues, but full-bodied, stunning, bright and clear rainbows. AND, if we are really lucky, doubles.
I had never seen a double rainbow until we came here, and it is wondrous in that it’s a reflected image of the original, though not nearly as bright.
I saw beautiful rainbows in New Zealand. I took a picture of one in various segments over the bay and Hubby put them all together for me to show ‘as one’ because he’s clever like that.
I love the simple things in life, things that as a child and early adult I took for granted, but now have the time to enjoy.
Tiny shells and driftwood on the shore, the beauty of a spider’s web covered in dew, the chorus of birdsong in the forest, the crawlers at my feet, butterflies and bees around me.
And of course, Nature’s colour scheme, on earth or in the sky.

The magic of a rainbow.
If only we could find that crock of gold.

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