Peace River

It runs right behind my sister’s place.
In Punta Gorda.

The Peace River.

I am missing a brutal snowstorm in Boston.
My friends are getting up to a foot.

I hope there will be some left.
When I get back on Monday.

Just down the road from Linda’s place is a gorgeous botanical garden.

It is hosting sculptures from Zimbabwe.

The combination of landscape, flowers and carved stone makes for a wonderful setting.

Calming.

Thoughtful.

Peaceful, even.

The river itself flows behind the gardens, and provides an excellent backdrop.

It is a peaceful river.

And if it’s one thing the world could use, it’s a River of Peace.