A short walking distance from my Dad’s apartment on Bridge Street, is Corby Park, a beautiful rose garden.  I have discovered that plants do not grow anywhere like they do in Belleville.  They enjoy the humidity and the heat, resulting in huge blooms and such a variety of lush gardens throughout the city. This particular garden and existing fountain are presently in a redevelopment phase and  because I was in Belleville earlier in the season this summer, there were many more plants in full bloom.  It was spectacular.

Lesson learned…paradise can be discovered by taking pause and really experiencing the world…or even a small part of the world.  It is a bit of a cliche or ‘corny’ to suggest that one take the time to ‘really’ look at a blossom, but it is so!  Looking at a single bloom, a person may discover a little bit of heaven.

Paradise by Coldplay

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she’d fly.

And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.