Back in early May this rainbow appeared as we were headed toward the luggage pick-up area. Supposedly there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow-- gold I don't want, but if that could be a pot of good fortune, That I would like.
This week is full of scheduled activity -- today it was trimming back ground junipers, then the outside storm drain, then the driveway resurface. By weeks' end I'll be joining the kitties in their cellar hideout -- move over, Tri; don't sprawl Goldie; look guys I brought treats ...
