like a rainbow

Loyal readers will doubtless remember, right at the beginning of the year, a couple of pink plastic flamingoes gamely poking their thin necks through the snow. Now their owner has done it again: consummate queen of rainbow kitsch. Her back gate has been painted in rainbow stripes a long, long time - but now a whole load of stones have been dumped and spread at the side of the house and painted - yes - all the colors of the rainbow. So, too, has the Kokopelli figure playing the flute in front of the house, but that will have to wait another couple of months before it's captured.

I'm not sure why this passion for the spectrum: I don't get the sense from her that this is a flamboyant gesture of LGBT pride - though who can tell, especially in Santa Fe, where there's a whole retirement complex called Rainbow Vision (complete with the Billie Jean King Fitness Complex and Spa). What I do know is that it's a violent assault on the eyeballs - and oddly, probably not quite covered by the myriad of local Eldorado environmental ordinances, which mandate one to paint one's house a certain color, and to cover up one's camper van, and so on.