The Rainbow at the End of the Road

I have learned that rainbows are migratory. You see, every year they go south for the winter, and every spring they come back. We can count on them returning to their native habitat and taking up residence at the end of our lane.

We have carefully cultivated this rainbow habitat in the ten years we’ve been here. For one, our children are both rainy and sunny. We never scoff when they cry honestly. (Young men are just as allowed as young ladies. We are raising real men, not drones.) And we love to laugh with them.

Also, there is a lot of sky here. We don’t let buildings get in the way of that. And as you can see, things are kept quite green. We have learned that rainbows feel most at home in fields, which only makes sense, because that is where most things put down roots.

The other thing that encourages rainbows to nest is love. We live a very organic, togetherly sort of life. I’m quite certain that helps nurture rainbows. We love each other, and we love our friends. That counts whether it’s rainy or sunny.

Of course, there is another ingredient to a good rainbow habitat, and that is dancing. There is plenty of dancing around here. We have tap dancing (girls), silly dancing (boys), pretend ballerina dancing (me), and romantic dancing when no one is looking (Dave and me). We suspect these combine well as a rainbow dance, which is different than a rain dance.

The final thing about a good rainbow habitat is imagination. Our house has variously been populated by imaginary rabbits known as the Frestons, Lego killer spaceships, swordfighting boys/dragons/pirates, an entire town’s worth of talking Hot Wheels cars, and numerous cardboard box robots.

Also a writer. That probably helps too.

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    1. Thanks! I could actually do with a bit less of the rainbow-producing stuff, if I’m truly honest. It’s rained every day for 2 weeks, and my rose blooms are all damaged from the high moisture.

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