Our street address
here is Las Vegas. But, my weather app
says we’re in Paradise. As I made my
coffee this morning, I thought about how the names of things can affect the way
you think about them. For me, Las Vegas
conjures up images of flashy, glitzy excess.
Paradise, on the other hand, evokes peaceful, soothing tranquility. Who doesn’t want to live there?! Adding to this peaceful image is the fact
that we’re on Serene Avenue.
At home, when I open
the blinds in the morning, I see my garden and the chirpy birdies in the
evergreen tree. Here, when I open the
blinds, I see mountains, some of which are snow-capped. Two different landscapes. But, both are soothing.
Birds seem scarce
here in Paradise – save the pigeons, which are everywhere. Yesterday, I saw a jay of some kind. It perched on a pinecone for a few seconds
before taking cover in a nearby shrub. And, this afternoon, I saw a
hummingbird. It was trying to get to a
feeder, but a giant pigeon was hovering nearby and the hummingbird kept going
back to a tree for shelter. I didn’t
stay to find out whether the hummingbird ever got to the feeder successfully.
I do miss my birdies
from home, but life here in Paradise is good.
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