Life in the Desert

Mexican Palm

Earlier this week we visited Boulder City, a quaint desert town just outside of Vegas.  We were spending time with family and enjoying some very warm sunshine.  That is always such a nice treat when we've had cool, rainy weather.

When wandering through downtown you kind of take a step back in time.  The historic Boulder Dam Hotel has been serving guests since the construction of Hoover Dam.  Its rooms are charming and the dining quite fine.  Several of the old store fronts now house antique shops full of brick-a-brack.  Delightful coffee shops and cafes fill in the mix.  The perfect way to see all of this?  By scooter, of course.  That is our favorite way to bop around Boulder.

One afternoon while lying by the pool, I was struck by all of the activity.   It was the middle of the day with a temp over 100, and the birds were obviously oblivious.  They were busy.  As I watched, I jotted this short verse to briefly capture the scene.  Enjoy a little desert tranquility...

Desert Tranquility

Against an azure backdrop with wispy strands of white

Stands the old Mexican Palm with hairy beard, fronds dancing to the rhythm of the breeze

Doves coo six times, steadily … and pause

Crackles, those amusing black birds, oversized fanned tails plumed and fluffed

Flit and cavort in a mating ritual

La cucaracha scampers across the path, missing the footsteps of those who pass

Fragrances fill the air

Lemon mingles with oleander and rock rose

While the sun, ancient as times beats steadily down, scorching

Illuminating the day from the break of dawn to its setting

Only to rise and continue the eternal cycle

Now that I'm home again, we too have azure skies that I'm enjoying ~ Missy