There was a rainbow this morning as I went to feed the horses. I paused to admire its brilliance as it stretched from the bottom paddock over and across the road to fall among the trees on the neighbour’s property. We often get rainbows over the farm and the beauty of each one never ceases to amaze. Sometimes the colours are intense and vibrant, at others pale and disappear within minutes.
Quite often the end of the rainbow falls among the grazing cows and you feel like running down there to let the colours fall on you as well, but you know this is just a fancy. I sometimes wonder if I went to where the rainbow touches down, would my husband see me wreathed in its magic? Just as waves wash over a beach, rainbows are washed away by the moving clouds.
As I paused and watched this morning’s rainbow I felt a great sense of peace. I recalled, as I always do, the rainbow that told Noah of a covenant that the waters never again would flood all the earth. Our creek flooded several times this year and the ground underfoot was muddy as I stood there with the horses and looked toward the sky. Like Noah, I took it as a sign that the flooding would be no more, not that year anyway. One of the horses gave me a nudge in the back which brought me back to the task at hand and I tipped their feed into the bin.
I had a spring in my step as I walked back to the house, even though my rubber boots were sinking in the mud. I was greeted by my husband who announced that one of the cows had calved overnight and all was okay.
Time for coffee and see what was happening in the other world. Whatever troubles the radio reported, here on the farm everything was as it should be on a rainbow-blessed morning.