Where All The Rainbows Go
This is for ‘judyastra’ who is also a member of the ‘www.writing.com’ community and to all who have had to bear the loss of their dear loved ones.
Click for where-all-the-rainbows-go.mp3 – a song for Parker Caldara
Randy Reames
Where all the rainbows go
Do you know where the rainbows go
when they fade away?
There’s a place where the blue skies go
at the close of the day.
Home sweet home for those who roam
when the race is won,
And we hope to meet you there
When our journey’s done.
You graced this life for a few short days
With your innocence and smiles,
And like a rose that sweetly grows
You blossomed for a while.
But it seems the brightest flowers
bloom for just one day,
And like the rainbow glowing soft
they quickly fade away.
Chorus:
We all know that the rainbow glows
when the storm has gone,
And the skies shine the brightest blue
when the clouds move on,
Memories of the springtime flowers
ease the winter’s way.
And it’s true when the rainbow fades
It leaves a brighter day.
Chorus:
When life is in a slump
It’s mid winter, cold and life seems to have settled into a post holiday slump. I miss the sunflowers, sparrows at the bird feeder with their raucous chatter and being able to take a break and just stand in the front yard with my arms raised to the sky, soaking up the summer sun.
I’ll be glad when the days are longer and the weather is friendlier, the snow is gone and green and growing things are pushing up and reaching for the sun, even if they are weeds growing up through the rocks in the front yard.
Bee Happy
The birds scattered seeds from the sunflowers growing in our front yard to lots of places we really didnt want them to grow. We pulled up the ones in the worst locations and left the rest. The bees love ‘em.
Beans
After we harvested our small crop of potatoes last week Cheryl planted a couple of rows of greenbeans. Its amazing how fast they sprouted and they’re already three inches tall. I’m sitting in our sunroom soaking up the backyard morning sounds: chickens clucking, bees humming and the fountain bubbling. Too bad it’s time to go to work.
the walking blogger
takes a lot of coordination to walk blog the same time. speech recognition on the phone is not 100 percent by any means. sometimes it substitutes strange and embarrassing things for the words I really wanted to say. the 20 minute walk was good and I saw some flowers. I found a trumpet vine like my mom has in front of her house in kansas.
Confessions of a Tablet Junkie
I have to admit that I’m addicted to tablets. Unashamed, unrepentant, and probably not able to be restored to normal society by Tablets Anonymous. I’m writing this post on my new nook color reader. Of course it’s not running the stock rom. It’s booted from a Cyanogenmod build on a 2GB sd card. Why modify the sucker when it runs so well this way?
