I live two miles from Las Vegas Boulevard on a quiet peacock lined street in a rural preserve neighborhood. The little house I live in calls herself Serenity. She sits in the back of an acre and a half and looks out to the sunrise across a big arena where the horses who live here take turns spending the night. This handsome boy is Cooper.
Laura Higgins runs the barn here. She is a trainer and riding instructor and is awesome with both horses and students. Her family of horses live here, so do mine. This is Laura on my Misty Blue.
The place used to be known as the Lazy D, for Debbie who owns it. It’s not that she was ever lazy it’s the way you feel here, comfortable, put your feet up and have some iced tea and the projects that you started stay somewhere near the beginning or the middle but not quite close to being finished as you’re lulled into another never- never land day, another glass of wine and a bunch of new ideas.
When the big dying cottonwood tree fell down in the storms last fall
we decided the Lazy D needed a new image.
We christened her Serenity. It feels good here. It feels like home.