A magical vortex shrouded in a complex mystery? Maybe.
Almost impossible to find, we drove around for miles before we finally located a tiny portal that led into the shaggy garden.
Although the trees are indeed tagged, like any arboretum might do, the grounds are almost forgotten.
Left messy and unkempt, tree rubbish stands a foot deep.
Critters skittered from beneath our steps. The grass was as tall as my toddler.
I had never heard of this place before, and stumbled upon it by accident while searching online for a good picnicking spot.
It has tables and wasp traps, but not a single other person was there, or appeared to have been there for many, many moons.
Maybe we mistakenly wandered into someone’s secret.
If not for the nagging buzz from the nearby racetrack, I might have been lost forever.