Twice a year I have the pleasure of finding rainbows in my house. Tons of them.
As the sun swings to a particular southern bend each Fall and Spring, the rays come dancing through the palladian window above my east-facing, dining room window and bounce off of the crystals hanging from my chandelier. What abounds is a magical display of colored light only a Disney fairy cartoon could duplicate; but this is real.
Light scattering from my lamp crystals
My house has an open floorplan so the colorful display does not get trapped in one room. Everyone in the house can enjoy the view together. I’ve found these rainbows on the wall of my dining room, the lampshade in my living room, across the top of my sofa, centered on the fireplace screen, scattered through out our homeschool classroom and kitchen, and a stray streak brushed across my farthest bedroom wall.
Rainbows on my back door
The house is so speckled with light and fantasy that one could only tryto wait patiently for the unicorns to start galloping happily throughout. Well…we have a lively, black dog happily greeting us each morning, but she’s hardly the image of a unicorn.
Rainbows in my bedroom
The light show lasts for about an hour, slowly reaching the ultimate climax of full spectacle, then dimming slowly to an end. Only to begin the same time the next morning. I love having rainbows in my house.