I love rainbows. Full
ones, half ones, double ones. Even the
little mini ones that come off the crystals hanging in my window.
When I woke this morning, I could see the sun shining
through the chinks in the curtain so I opened the curtains up to let the
sunshine in, and my crystals sent gorgeous little rainbows skittering across the
ceiling.
I jumped back into bed (it was cold!) and lay there admiring
them. What a great start to the day.
As children we were taught that ROYGBIV gave you all the colours
of the rainbow. I never could see any
difference, when looking at a rainbow, between indigo and violet. All the other colours are quite distinct in a
clear rainbow, but to me the blue always seemed to go straight into violet.
And then, not so long ago, I was reading that there are actually
only six colours in a rainbow – red, orange, yellow, green, blue and
violet. The indigo was added to make
seven colours, as men in the Victorian age were very much stuck on seven being
a complete number in the Bible. As the
rainbow was created by God, it obviously had to be complete and therefore had
to have seven colours.
I have no idea if this is actually correct or not, but it
makes me feel better about never seeing indigo in a rainbow!
May all your thoughts be as cheerful as a rainbow 😊
Margaret.






