inspired by a rainbow

I don't think I will ever tire of the view from our living room window. It can change from one minute to the next. Today I had to rush outside to catch the magic of a rainbow.

When the boys were young, the son of a neighbour was playing in the garden with them. We noticed that the rainbow ended in his farmyard. I learned later from his Mother that he had been digging for the crock of gold.

Sometimes there is a fine line between fact and fiction. Sorry, Mark!