Writing Wrongs

June 02, 2007

Some huge storms rolled through just a bit ago. We were, literally, right on the edge. It poured while at the same time, it was sunny out. This was the result:

Quick, behind the tree. Thereís a pot of gold.

Itís a little hard to see, since I took it through our (obviously not very clean) kitchen window. I took a few shots out the front door, but you canít see the rainbow as well in those.

Kyra sat by the sink (yeah, on the counter--hey, I just wiped it down) until it faded away. Then she wanted to go check for a pot of gold. The rainbow ended at Bobís car, so maybe we should check the back seat for one.

In other news, Andrew made his bed.

A day of small miracles.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 5:23 p.m.