I found this Scots phrase for a rainbow in the online Dictionary of the Scots Language, and thought it was so beautiful that it deserved to be shared. I also found a lovely phrase for a fragmentary or imperfect rainbow - a silk napkin. The image above (please excuse how bad it is, I only had my mobile on me at the time) shows a rainbow from North Bridge in Edinburgh, just next to Calton Hill. I remember once walking back across the Links from Bruntsfield (no doubt after a trip to the chocolate shops) and seeing a rainbow that seemed to end at Appleton Tower. Anyone who has ever seen Appleton will know that it's not the pot of gold you would expect at the end of a rainbow!
My partner and I seem to see rainbows a lot when we're together, but also when we're not. When we were travelling up to Edinburgh in September, and were on opposite sides of the country, we both saw rainbows in the same afternoon. There's something so happy about rainbows; however grey and wet it is (and this is Edinburgh!), seeing a rainbow, even if it is just a silk napkin, always makes me smile.
You could be forgiven for not having heard of this species. In fact I hadn't, until my partner and I came back after Christmas and found a small colony of them living in a corner of our bedroom. A lesser-known relation of cuniculus dustus, better known as the dust bunny, the dust hare can grow to an enormous size if left unchecked. Ours are threatening to take over the rest of the room, and have definitely outstayed their welcome, so it's time to turn to Dust Rodent Control (otherwise known as Henry) to save us.
Andres Segovia once said that 'the guitar is a small orchestra'. If that is the case, then an entire miniature orchestra has been staring at me reproachfully from the corner of the bedroom for the past fortnight. What with unpacking, sorting the bomb site that was (until very recently) the cupboard, washing mountains of clothes, fighting off the lurking dust hares, and, oh yes, that annoying thing called 'work', I just haven't quite got around to it. But yesterday evening I actually felt like playing :-O So I got out my incredibly creaky stool, which sounds like it has a small creature trapped somewhere in it, retrieved my footstool from the clutches of an aspiring dust bunny, and began. It didn't go as badly as it might have done, in fact some (small) bits went rather well. I think I need to go to a guitar recital to inspire me. I remember going to see Craig Ogden performing Rodrigo's 'Concierto de Aranjuez' (the second movement is quite possibly my favourite piece of music of all time) a few years ago, and walking out feeling invigorated and wanting to pick up my guitar and play for hours. Or maybe I just need to find a new and exciting piece of music to get my teeth into. I've just found a wonderful site with literally thousands of free, downloadable sheet music for classical guitar, so perhaps there will be something there.
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