It's been ages since I last saw a rainbow.  Now, as we approach winter I suppose I'll see one around every corner.  Hope so.  Wouldn't that be lovely?

Luckily, I was a passenger in my daughter's car when this double beauty presented itself on Thursday evening.  Easter traffic was horrendous in Whangarei, it seemed like everybody who lives south of us was heading north for the long weekend.  At the time it was raining lightly and between trying to avoid the sweep of the windscreen wipers and the passing power poles, I didn't have much of a chance to get a decent shot, but it was the best I could do.

We had a bit of a storm later that night, then the weather cleared for Easter and we've enjoyed glorious weather since.

My son's football club were celebrating their 75th anniversary over Easter so the good weather was appreciated by many.  Two games of rugby for me over the weekend, haven't done that since my boys played.  The first game was a regular fixture for the senior team against the team my boys used to play for.  My son coaches this team so he was happy as they had a big win.

You know you're in a rural area when the rope to keep spectators off the field is held up with electric fence standards.

That's my son in the middle of the half time huddle in the cap.  And his farm working boots!  Guess he was in a hurry, running late to get away from the farm.  I hope he was telling them they needed to tighten up on discipline (as this armchair critic thought)!

The next day's game was for the 'masters' which seems to be the acceptable term for what we used to call the golden oldies.  The best former club players Vs former representative players.  The players in the local team appeared to be a fair bit younger that the former reps but what the older guys lacked in dark hair they made up for in skill.  I guess when you have the skills to represent your region, those skills never leave you.  A couple of them still had a good turn of speed, too.  

My father used to enter the "Find the Ball' competition in the paper every week.  There'd be an action football photo and you had to place an X where you thought the ball would be in the photo.  He's tell us you had to follow the players eyes, see where they were looking.  Can you mark the spot?

It went that way.

No, wait, maybe it was this way.

Any clue?

On Saturday night my daughter-in-law catered for a formal dinner for 170 guests, with her daughters as her assistants.  I'm of no use in the kitchen, stayed home and enjoyed listening to the music and happy voices drifting across from the hall.  It's been a wonderful weekend.