Somewhere Over the Rainbow

This morning started rainy and cold. Cold by wimpy California standards, that is. I was bracing myself for a rough Monday morning drive because this is the first rain in a long time and the roads are slick.

Five minutes into my drive, I quickly rolled down the window and snapped the photo above before the light turned green. Well that turned my mood around. Then I was greeted by this sight:

Do you think there is there a pot of gold between those two trees?

Only a few hundred yards down the road, I pulled over once again because now there is double reason to celebrate:

All these rainbows made be think of Israel Kamakawiwo Ole's version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”

Somewhere Over the Rainbow


Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over therainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

--music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by E.Y. Harburg

May all the dreams you dare to dream really come true!