The day started off sunny and warm but gradually the rain clouds appeared and there was a downpour which included hailstones. Alistair had just finshed working with Brendan ( A man who can ) not meaning Alistair can't, but sometimes one needs an extra pair of hands especially when you have to move a ton or two of gravel. Unfortunately I was busy at the time.
Job done, the skies opened. At the time I was driving back from picking up Max from school, and as we approached Monda the sky became an ominous bruised colour with a strange spooky feeling. There was a shaft of light shining through a gap in the darkness and you almost expected to hear the voice of God ( or whoever) booming down with a message for us all ( that would have been so cool) I was still a distance from home when a magnificent double rainbow spread across the valley and appeared to end at our house. 'Quick Max' lets speed home, the stockmarket is failing and we need the pot of gold.
Actually I wanted to take a picture of the unusual sky so I needed to get home for my camera. As we live down a one kilometre track and I mean TRACK, my attempt at speeding down it, was not particularily wise. Teeth rattling, Max banging his head on the window, me wishing I had worn a sports bra, we eventually got home. I rushed up the steps grabbed my camera, and yes NO rainbow, but still a very strange coloured sky.
These two pictures were taken within half a hour of each other and the first one is not taken in black and white.
Maybe God peeped through the clouds took one look and decided he had better things to do, or maybe I missed the message due to the banging and rattling of the car. I guess I will never know.
I know this is a gardening blog, but you can't garden all the time!