A Rainbow in the Sky

I know it’s been a while. It’s not because I didn’t have anything to share, I have plenty. I wish I could blame the hour, how come it’s only 24 hours. But if a day even has 100 hours, at some point, all I could muster was a blank stare on the monitor. So, how about a picture? A picture can speak a thousand words, right? Here it is, I present to you a picture I took while I was on the road. A rainbow in the sky is not an extraordinary thing, but when there’s not even a drop of rain fell and there’s a rainbow, it’s a miracle!

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“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud”.

                                                                           Maya Angelou

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Irises, The Rainbow in The Garden

While sitting with another mom on a coach bus two days ago, who was also chaperoning our childrens’ class on a school trip, I showed her my blog and photographs. She said,”You must love flowers a lot” and I thought,”What’s not to love about flowers?” They are a feast for our eyes. From a miniscule ones that grow wild, to the big ones that only found in a jungle. Flowers are the perfect decorations for any occasion. They’re the perfect touch of nature, and among the many kinds of flowers I’ve seen at Elizabeth Park, in Hartford, Irises were there in many exuberant colors. We visited the park two weeks ago and I was glad that the park was in full bloom. Like rainbow in the garden, Irises in yellow, pink, purple, and the color mix that so muddled, you won’t find that sort of colors in a color dictionary. They’re simply fabulous!

“The Amen of nature is always a flower.”

-Oliver Wendell Holmes-

 

(P.S. If you happen to pass by Hartford, Connecticut, come by the Elizabeth Park. You will find this park as a good place to unwind and feast your eyes.)

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Yesterday, When Rainbow Appeared

Yesterday was so hot and humid, I felt like melting my skin off. I stunk. Even when I sprayed on some perfume, I still stunk. Suddenly a lightning stroke once, twice then many times. Summer sky was blue no more. Then the rain poured lazily, tap…tap…tap. Some breeze got inside our home through the open windows, bringing the smell of hot air and wet ground. Although grey was still hanged around, the sun perked up a little bit trying to peek behind the clouds. Suddenly my daughter exclaimed,”There’s a rainbow!” And it was, the only colorful object in the sky. It arched directly across our house, like our own rainbow. “I wish there’s a real pot of gold at the end of a rainbow”, my daughter said. Indeed there was, my dear, the heat wave has passed.