One can learn a lot from a four-year-old. Ryder came for a sleepover last week...right in the middle of a storm. A bright and bold rainbow stretched across the sky...and he informed me that you couldn't touch a rainbow.
"NO...because it's just air, right Grammy?
A rainbow is coloured air...and so we can't touch it."
I couldn't argue with that. So true!
In the morning...I ran the recycling to the road...and he came out on the porch in his jammies to wait for me.
Don't you think he belongs right there?
I need a little fall colour.
It felt very much like fall here this weekend...rather grey and damp!