We arrived home on Bowdoin turf yesterday evening to find a double rainbow arching across the sky above the backyard treeline. You can’t see the left arch very well, but the right one is pretty good.
I grabbed a beer of course, and wandered out into woods to see if I could find that mythical pot of gold at the rainbow’s end, which sure did appear to be right there on our property.
Nada. Nothing.
When I got back to the house I realized anew that I had already found my pot of gold. She is indeed priceless.
