What is it about a rainbow that conjures such positive, joyful thoughts?
It seems that everyone loves a rainbow. Poems are written. Smiles cross faces when the word rainbow is seen. There are so many expressions: catch a rainbow, the other side of a rainbow, ride the rainbow, chase a rainbow, find your rainbow.
Men search for the treasure pot at the end of the rainbow. So I ask you, “Is there a treasure?” Perhaps the treasure in rainbows is “eating a rainbow.” “What,” you may ask, “am I talking about?” I’m talking about starting every day eating the colors of the rainbow.
My parents, in their 90’s, every day eat the colors of the rainbow.
There are seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. And every morning they start off by having: red tomatoes, cherries, and usually apples. They compliment it with an orange and sometimes a carrot. For yellow, they have bananas and pineapple, and they mix honey in their lemon water. My mom will then add green grapes and sometimes cucumbers. They have blueberries as often as they can. They add for the indigo, well they’re older, they like prunes. Go figure. And in the violet department, my mom likes purple grapes, and my dad loves purple cabbage.
They throw in black and white with coffee and horseradish, and that round out the colors of the rainbow.
So next time, someone starts talking about the rainbow, you can say with appreciation that you now understand the words, “Somewhere over the rainbow, why oh why, can’t I?”