No Pot Of Gold

When I took The Mother home this evening there was a rainbow over her bungalow. I had the wrong lens on to catch most of it, but here it is. It isn't marking the location of a pot of gold, she has very little. What is found at the end of it is a real treasure: my mum.

I don't always agree with her, sometimes I think she has some funny ideas, but she is my mum, a great support and friend to me!