If there is really a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow the Swartzentrubers across the lane have a fortune. It seems that every time a rainbow appears it ends in their pasture. I love the view out my front door besides the rainbows, I often see the fog rising from the river, the sunrise (if I get up early enough) and the windmills. I used to detest them now I find them oddly comforting. When I come out of the milk house in the evenings they blink a red goodnight salute. I am truly blessed.