No two gardens are the same. No two days are the same in one garden.
I have always been so fascinated by gardens—
—especially the ones I stumble on, unexpectedly.
The ones vibrant with life and dreams…
even the ones wilting away—some more beautifully and tragically than the rest.
The ones we walk through on a late afternoon…
but most of all the ones we hide deep inside ourselves. Yours, maybe.
what would someone find in your secret garden ?
And why is it secret ?